#elihal

[bomberqueen17]

new work! Off-Duty, on ao3

ha lest you think original novel hell will stop me-- well it did delay me, i was gonna post this like last week but i finally remembered.

Here is the scene between chapters 6 and 7 of Not A Crest. where did Morvran go? He went to have a conversation in a stairwell and learn about demisexuality. Because of course he did.

Off-Duty, on ao3.

The boy blushed a little, though he didn’t cringe or flinch-- only his complexion gave him away. “I wasn’t--” he said, but broke off. “It’s not-- sometimes one finds oneself in a situation from which one must excuse oneself for a moment and then do whatever it takes to compose oneself.” “Compose,” Elihal said. There was something so fragile in the boy’s expression. “Did someone hurt you?” The boy wasn’t dressed like a sex worker, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t one, even if he was also in the Nilfgaardian cavalry. People found their way into that profession in all sorts of ways. “No,” the boy said, quickly, shaking his head. “No, I was just-- rather too worked-up.” Elihal paused. They were most of the way back to the stairs, and the boy stopped, looking back at him, as he came to a stop in the hallway. He really was a terribly beautiful boy, in an undergrown kind of way, all potential and… there was an old Gnomish art, of repairing broken things and appreciating the art form of their imperfection, that this boy’s damaged vulnerable courage brought to mind, so foreign to the Aen Seidhe aesthetic but something Elihal had learned to appreciate over the years, in passing. Elihal stepped slowly a little closer, and lowered his voice. “If you’re in a situation you can’t endure,” he murmured, “there are people who can help.”

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

Owaaahh...cuties...

[ghostlylicious]

im mad at men so i drew elihal killing dandelion

[sgushyonka]

Girls night!!

[angivarrrre]

Why do I dress up? As a child, I dreamt of becoming a doppler when I grew up.

[xejune]

if they don't get to interact in game, at least they get to interact in my .clip files

[dukeofdogs]

Gwent: The Witcher Card Game | The cards that could’ve been 55/?

Elihal by:

Sam T, Fiona Coughlin, WardenArt

[lakka-arts]

some witcher cool down sketches bc they are my favs

[witcherrarepaircommentexchange]

pairing:

Elihal/Éibhear Hattori

fic:

Laid Bare by bookscorpion

Truthfully, Elihal had slightly panicked at the realisation that Éibhear was making swords again. Going to see someone every day who makes excellent dumplings is a reasonable activity. Going to see someone every day who makes excellent swords, less so. Elihal is happy to fulfill a request Éibhear has, using the one kind of blade he is more familiar with than Éibhear.

[clairedelune-13]

Hearing this after season 3, though…. 😂

[bog-mummies]

my favorite OC, elihal! lineart by @vahingoniloinenlapsi! you’re the best man

[geekygamergp]

I love them all - they all have their unique character.

Of course, Iorveth is described more nuanced because he has more screentime. But i'd love to see more of Cedric, Ciaran, Eibhear and Elihal. Ele'yas was well done but an annoying Person, sorry ;)

That is the proof - you don't have to love someone, you can hate him / her as well. As long as there are emotions in you, the char is good written.

Aen Seidhe in TW2 versus TW3. No one matches the fabulousness thats is Iorveth though. I must say I prefer TW2 elves. (no idea why the images are so dark!)

[tears-and-smiles-ao3]

One Special Night

Jaskier x Elihal, rated E, trans character, oral sex, hand jobs

Elihal wanders casually out of her room, her hips swaying to a silent melody as Dandelion's fingers slip from his lute.

She doesn't seem to mind Dandelion's mouth hanging open as he stares openly. She knows she looks good.

Her slim green dress clings in all the right places against her thin frame. The plunging neckline leaves a tantalising gap between her nipples.

Leaning forward, and giving a show of her beautiful figure, Elihal whispers into Dandelion's ear.

"Like what you see?"

Pulling back, Dandelion looks up into her eyes, mesmerised, almost like a lost little boy.

It didn't help that her earrings dangle in front of his face. Beautiful teardrops made of glass that catch the light, sending prisms of rainbows around the room.

"They look beautiful on you, dear heart," Dandelion praises, clearly in awe.

The smile that spreads across Elihal's face is more precious than all the jewels Dandelion had seen at court.

"Thank you, my love," Elihal beams.

"It's almost a shame to undress you after all the effort you've put in."

"Ah, well, that'll come later. First, you'll take me out somewhere nice. I bet you know a place."

"I do," Dandelion licks his lips, hoping to get his brain back into action.

The crinkled smile Elihal wears is magnetic, and Dandelion feels himself rising to his feet and following her as she heads for the front door.

"Where are we going, then?"

"To the Rosemary and Thyme, of course. I've got to show you off to my friends."

-

Dandelion realises he'd never imagined he'd be sitting here, at a table with Eilhal by his side, as they listen to numerous bards sing their hearts out.

Normally, he'd be paying attention to how well they'd sung, gathering critiques to tell them later, but all he could focus on was Elihal.

She was simply the most gorgeous being in this room.

Especially when she turns to him and smiles.

-

Afterwards, Dandelion walks her home.

-

Elihal asks him to come in for another drink, with that glint in her eye.

-

Dandelion pushes Elihal back to fall softly on her back. He crawls over her, kissing up her neck to reach her ears.

"They still look amazing on you," Dandelion murmurs as he suckles on her earlobe.

"Is it because they're yours?" Elihal asks, letting out a soft moan as Dandelion tugs gently on an earring.

Her hands are gripping tight onto Dandelion's arms as he nibbles.

"Yes," he mumbles, his breath ghosting across her neck.

"Then I'm glad you gave them to me."

He pushes himself up by his arms, taking in her smile for mere seconds before he's kissing her hard.

She gasps once more and Dandelion's tongue flicks inside briefly, urging her to deepen the kiss.

He can feel her hands all over him, exploring and touching, like they've never done before.

It's maddeningly good.

He wants to stay here, like this, yet he also wants more.

It takes all his willpower to break the kiss and pull back.

When he does, he sees how much Elihal is glowing, like a star in the night sky.

"I want to ravish you," he tells her.

"What's stopping you?" she teases back.

Nothing, he realises and sits up, settling between her legs.

He pushes up her dress, revealing her lacy smallclothes.

She made them herself. Not even the Countess de Stael had underwear this gorgeous and Dandelion feels a thrill run through him as he finally gets to undress Elihal.

Elihal, lying so pliant on the bed with her hair spread like black ink on the pillow. Her eyes are dark with arousal, shining out of the black shadow swept across her eyelids.

Best of all, her rose-coloured lips lie open, parting as she pants softly.

He was going to devour her.

"You're beautiful."

She chuckles lowly. "I know, dear. Now, ravish me."

Dandelion beams at her words.

He reaches up and pulls down her underwear, then leans down and adds his teeth, biting tenderly into the material, as it slips down her legs.

Elihal gasps, and it's delightful.

Dandelion throws the material off the bed, the once precious item now discarded as he considers the feast before him.

Parting her legs, he takes in the view. Her clit is plump and beautifully pink. Dandelion licks his lips in anticipation.

"Such a pretty clit."

He breathes his words across her sex, making Elihal shudder.

Leaning down, he gently laps his tongue up and around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Elihal groans, her hands coming down to hold his head right where she wanted him.

Dandelion lets his tongue lap across her clit, delighting in every single moan, every time Elihal arches her back and pushes his head down, deeper into her.

She's positively ethereal. He loves it all.

"Do you want my fingers in you?" he asks briefly before diving back in.

"Fuck, yes."

Dandelion smiles, his tongue circling her clit and his hands push her hips down hard while Elihal reaches over to the bedside table and opens a drawer.

She throws a bottle of clear liquid at him. It lands beside his hip.

"Thank you, love," Dandelion beams as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Taking the stopper off, he coats his fingers in oil, then bends back down and begins sucking sweetly on her clit

His oiled fingers reach down, sliding across her tight hole.

First, he circles them, ghostly touches to tease and excite.

Then, as he sucks hard on her clit, he slips the tip of one finger in.

"Oh, Melitele," Elihal gasps. Her hands clutch tighter in his hair, and her legs try to close around him, wanting him closer still.

It's difficult to breathe for a second but he's wanted to be here for so long, he won't let his breathlessness stop him.

Slowly, he pushes his finger in a little, then just as slowly pulls out. He works it in deeper each time, achingly slow, as gentle as he can with how much Elihal wants it

She makes garbled sounds, pants and gasps, moans and shrieks of pleasure.

Then, he finally bottoms out, gets as much of his finger inside as he can, and he begins thrusting.

He's panting against her clit now, his tongue licking her faster, in quick stripes, up and up and up.

She clings to him, clearly at the brink of pleasure, and Dandelion hums.

His breath adds yet more pleasure to her sensitised clit, and his finger feels her muscles tighten as she comes hard, squirting up her stomach.

She's panting, gasping for air, and Dandelion peeks up at her from between her thighs, taking in her flushed face, the sweat of exertion on her brow.

"Just beautiful," he says reverentially. He grabs a cloth, wiping the juices from his face first, then gently wiping away the mess of saliva and sweat, juices and oil from her body. Before he throws the cloth away, he wipes his fingers.

She props herself up on her elbows and points down at his crotch.

"Do you, um," she starts to ask.

"I don't want to ruin a lovely evening," he says dismissively, opting to ignore his own needs. "This was all about you."

She smiles. "Thank you. Most people aren't as considerate of my, well," she gestures to her genitals.

"My dear, you are a beautiful woman and one worthy of being worshipped."

His hands caress her thighs tenderly. She's looking at him, deciding something.

"Still, would you like a hand?" she smiles, sitting up.

Her hair is a mess, having been ruffled by the pillow, but she still looks otherworldly.

She reaches down, unlacing his breeches and pulling them and his smallclothes down enough for his cock to spring free.

Their eyes lock as she strokes him, firmly, evenly, in a maddeningly sure rhythm.

He can feel himself falling apart at an incredibly fast pace. Reaching over, he cups her cheek and watches her expression as he nears his peak.

Barely seconds later, he's coming, his cum splashing across her dress, and, oh, isn't that both a beautiful and alarming sight.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," he blurts out, rushing to find that goddamn cloth again.

She laughs, a divine sound if every Dandelion had heard one, and shakes her head.

"It's fine. It needs a wash anyway. Here, help me out of it and let's get settled under the covers."

"You want me to stay after that?"

Elihal gives him a look, one that Dandelion knows well. It's time for him to shut up and do as she said.

He gets up, removing his trousers completely, then helps remove Elihal's jewellery. He places her diamond earrings lovingly into a wooden box, which she then closes and stows under the bed.

Elihal's outfit is held together with many little ties, and it takes a lot more work to undo. Yet, in his post orgasm bliss, it feels like an act of service to untangle each knot like it was the only one.

By the time they are both naked, Dandelion feels like he could fall asleep quickly, but he makes sure to settle Elihal in bed, wrapping his arms around her.

"I had a lovely night, thank you," Elihal whispers into the night air.

"I'm already thinking of your next gift," Dandelion murmurs into her shoulder.

"That's not why I invited you into my bed."

"I know," is the last words he says before he falls deep into sleep.

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[ghostlylicious]

‼️slight spoilers for Baptism of Fire‼️

my little doodle says it all. ohhh it feels so good to just:

dandelion when i fucking get you with a chainsaw WHY DO I LIKE YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'LL SKIN YOUR ASS RAW AND BREAK YOUR FUCKING FACE then ill give you a lil boo boo kiss on the cheek as you lay in the hospital bed🩷

[benjingler]

Rushed oc drawing because I didn't have an updated ref of her

[bog-mummies]

tysm for tagging me and giving me an excuse to talk about my boy <3

What is your Inquisitor's name?

Elihal Lefitte

Type of build/combat style?

Rogue (ranged) + templar

Is your Inquisitor close with his/her family?

Nope! He was given to the chantry when he was really young, so he barely remembers them.

Closest friend in the Inquisition?

Cullen. They're like brothers with how long they've known eachother.

Love interest?

Solas overall (though it doesn't become "official" til trespasser). Has a fling with Dorian for a while, as well as pre-justice Anders while he was in the circle.

Your three favorite traits your Inquisitor possesses?

1 - He's a liar, and I love it. He'll just say shit and people believe him. He uses this power for good. Mostly.

2 - This is blatant projection but my boy loves some good civil infrastructure. A good aqueduct is enough to give him (and me) an erection.

3 - He's pretty cosmopolitan, for a templar. He's familiar with cultures and languages in Nevarra, Orlais, Ferelden, The Free Marches, and he's somewhat familiar with qunari customs+language as well. He gets around.

Does he/she like to read?

Yes! I think he particularly likes mysteries, dusty philosophy books (more projection), and beginners guides for incredibly niche topics which he knows nothing about. And history books, to a somewhat lesser extent.

Can he/she cook?

He's an extremely mediocre cook.

Favorite season (spring, summer, fall, winter)?

I think he's an autumn girly. He would love the vibes. I think he would enjoy spending time in the forest just brooding about death or decay or some other moody shit.

What would your Inquisitor consider the perfect day?

wake up, bathe/groom self for three hours minimum (in another life he was a skincare girly), read a book while eating a fun little charcuterie board (plus fancy coffee), brood, argue with Solas, go to bed and sleep for 16 hours minimum.

Does he/she like the Game (and is your Inquisitor good at playing it)?

He enjoys the game and he's very good at it. Political bullshit is his whole thing.

Is your character good at Wicked Grace?

Yes, but he doesn't gamble often. I think he'd prefer to watch.

What will be his/her favorite memory from the Inquisition?

The wicked grace game with Varric and co. Or maybe all those times he argued with Solas.

What's one regret your character has?

Allowing Meredith's abuses to go on for too long while resisting too little. Also Anders. Just everything about Anders.

If an actor or actress were to play the role of your Inquisitor, who would you pick?

Freddy Carter, but maybe if I could make him look less... cunty. Hal's got more of a wet cat vibe.

What would your Inquisitor's childhood dream have been?

Growing up to be a holy prophet, righting wrong wherever he went, beloved by all (or at least most - after all, every hero needs adversaries to defeat). Funny how that worked out.

Is his/her life anywhere close to that dream?

Take a wild guess.

What's the hardest part about being Inquisitor for your character?

The way that people treat him like a symbol, not a person. It feels like he can't really have opinions, he can't care about people, he can't believe in anything, because people will make whatever assumptions about him they want, regardless of if they're true. He's used to being careful about the things he says, but not having the things he says be outright ignored or blatantly misinterpreted. It's infuriating.

Does your Inquisitor have any skills or talents others wouldn't expect?

He's an amateur sculptor+whittler and a more-than-amateur tinker. He also dabbles in architectural design. They don't exist in Thedas, but in another life he collected model trains and expensive lego sets.

What would be your character's ideal happy ending/HEA?

Solas chills the fuck out without doing weird shit to the veil and they both go back to Kirkwall (it doesn't even have to be Kirkwall. He'd thrive in any major city). Hal appoints someone else to rule while he gets a position as some sort of chief architect/civil designer with a nigh-unlimited budget. Solas does whatever he wants that doesn't involve destroying the world. They both live happily ever after and adopt a cat.

picture of the boy below:

something i've changed since this was drawn is that he has a cleft lip now! i think it's cute

credit to vahingoniloinenlapsi for drawing this for me <3 you're the only person, myself included, to have been able to draw his hair and it actually look good

thanks again for tagging me! if you'd like to answer the questionnaire yourself, i'd love to hear about your inquisitor!

Let's Get to Know Each Other's Inquisitors! 20 Questions

I don't know about you all, but I love getting to know other people's characters and seeing all the love they put into them.

Tag some friends and have them answer!

What is your Inquisitor's name?

Type of build/combat style?

Is your Inquisitor close with his/her family?

Closest friend in the Inquisition?

Love interest?

Your three favorite traits your Inquisitor possesses?

Does he/she like to read?

Can he/she cook?

Favorite season (spring, summer, fall, winter)?

What would your Inquisitor consider the perfect day?

Does he/she like the Game (and is your Inquisitor good at playing it)?

Is your character good at Wicked Grace?

What will be his/her favorite memory from the Inquisition?

What's one regret your character has?

If an actor or actress were to play the role of your Inquisitor, who would you pick?

What would your Inquisitor's childhood dream have been?

Is his/her life anywhere close to that dream?

What's the hardest part about being Inquisitor for your character?

Does your Inquisitor have any skills or talents others wouldn't expect?

What would be your character's ideal happy ending/HEA?