#im all about elf ears being sensitive. sorry

[kazu-goro]

idk man i just think there should be more fanfics of astarion having his ears played with

[anglbrkr]

Breakfast [Orc/AFAB Male Reader] 🔞

Breakfast 

Man I love orcs

Content Warning: Afab genitalia vocab but mainly anal, forced marriage, past noncon and present dubcon, free use, enslavement (✊🏾), monsterfucking, anal with no lube, pain during the act, mind break, sex and sex and pain and sex and yeah, also my bad attempt at this weird scottish or pirate accent, im sorry scotts and pirates

You know the drill

3.4k works

[N] no longer flinches when he feels the orc’s large hand grope at his body. Rather, his eyes flutter half mast, biting his lower lip each time the orc’s thick fingers dig into his arse, sighing softly as they’re kneaded and spread apart through the fabric of his loin cloth.

A month or three prior, he would’ve jumped, desperate to move away from his captor’s touch, and his eyes would brim with tears each time Valen would force him back into place, wincing when a harsh slap would meet his behind as punishment. It’s odd how much can change in a number of weeks.

The elven lad discarded cooking utensils, his arms against the counter as he pushes his behind farther into the orc’s rough hand, gyrating his hips ever so slightly. His mind becomes fuzzy each time as if he’s been conditioned to respond to Valen’s touch, mouth falling open to let out small whines. A quiver runs down [N]'s spine as the orc's thick fingers press against his sensitive opening. He looks up at the ceiling as Valen presses a finger inside the tight ring, curling it just enough to give [N] some sense of relief.

"Good mornin', love," Valen's lips press against his ear, his voice deep and raspy, his morning breath evident. "Woke up before me, eh?" His thick finger unhurriedly pulls out before pushing back in, his other hand working its magic between [N]'s thighs.

[N] moans, panting heavily, head hanging forward against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. Valen moves slowly, his motions slow, teasing [N] as his mate closes his eyes to enjoy the ride.

"Yer such a good little wife, aren't ya? Preparin' breakfast without having me ask," Valen hums, pulling out completely only to push another finger in. "Such a sweet young thing."

[N] shifts uncomfortably at Valen calling him that—his wife. It wasn't supposed to go like this, or so he thought. He moans weakly, shivering under the assault, his shoulders hunching forward and his legs crossing over one another. Not long ago he was home with his father, chief of the village, preparing for a celebratory feast. One of their merchants had struck gold, making a fine deal with a dwarven man, and shared her wealth with his father, who then shared it with everyone else. It was fantastic, farms were being reinforced, new homes were being built, and it truly seemed like they would have a prosperous year…

He finds himself leaning further backward and letting out a quiet whimper, closing his eyes tightly, willing away what lies ahead. The grips [N]'s hip and pushes him closer to the counter. His insides still ache from the evening before, there were even bruises to remind him. If anything, [N] has become accustomed to the soreness since the first time Valen took him. Valen's seed from last night is still snug inside him, and the orc takes advantage of [N]'s slick flesh.

[N]'s knees hit the edge of the countertop, his feet dangling as Valen grinds his groin into [N]'s ass. At this point, the elf's loincloth is untethering itself, revealing a hint of his nether region. [N] lets out a squeak as his buttocks clench around the intruder.

"W-what about breakfast," the elf stutters, looking back at Valen as he works the third finger in, stretching him wider and deeper. "You should eat something while you're awake," he adds with a pout.

Rather than answer, Valen rolls [N] over, turning their positions to have [N]'s back lying flat against the countertop. Save for the cloth wrapped around his chest, the elven lad is bare before the orc, all of his body laid bare for Valen's gaze.

As Valen drops the loose end of [N]'s loincloth to the floor, [N] folds his hands together across his stomach and clenches his eyes shut, trying to prepare for the worst.

"Breakfast can wait, lad," Valen places his near-hard manhood against the elven lad’s thigh, "I woke up this morning, harder than a rooster, and yer weren't there." With a wicked grin, Valen smirks down at [N] and leans close, kissing his cheek. "So I decided to come find ye myself…"

His words send a thrill through [N]'s body, despite his reluctancy and reluctance of Valen. The elven by’s face heats up, nodding, giving him another small smile. He had been trained well to obey and please the orc, his own body betraying him and reacting to Valen's presence. Even after a month of captivity, [N] knows he cannot refuse his orc captor.

"Ahhh…love," Valen kisses [N] again, pressing his face into the elf's shoulder, his hand cupping the back of [N]'s neck. His hair tickles the orc’s nose, his warm scent intoxicating. Valen wraps his fingers gently around the elven lad’s wrist, holding his arm firmly as the orc presses [N] deeper onto the countertop. "I could never stay away from that hole of yers," he murmurs, sliding his blunt organ along [N]'s slit and pinching the base, making sure the elf is aware he plans to penetrate [N] later. "Nay," Valen shakes his head in amusement, "I think we'll save that for tonight." [N] bites lightly at his bottom lip as the orc continues to stroke him, memories of the night before flashing into his mind. Valen stops his ministrations and draws back, giving the elf a moment of reprieve.

The orc stands tall, towering above [N] as he reaches down, petting the elven lad’s head, and stroking his scalp with rough fingertips. Then with a nod, Valen gives him a command. [N] rises to his feet, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Come here, love," Valen commands quietly. [N] raises his head, looking up towards Valen, who bends down and grabs the strap of [N]'s loincloth from the floor. With a tenderness the elf isn't yet used to, he tethers the long fabric back onto [N], tying it securely.

This action alone sends a spark of fire through [N]'s body, and though the orc plays with him during the day, the harshest touches are nothing compared to Valen's soft caresses. Though there’s no ignoring Valen's rough nature, [N] find himself craving his affectionate side. And lately, he seems to be getting more of what he wants.

It doesn't help that [N] hasn't had any time to get accustomed to Valen's attention; every minute spent with his master is filled with either chores or pleasuring. There is very little left for [N] to do besides sleep, dream, and spend time with the orcs—but he can’t even find the time to do that, not with Valen’s demands needing to be met quickly. He watches the orc leave the kitchen, taking a deep, thoughtful breath before turning to the counter, and resuming with the breakfast. Today will likely go as all days do, serving under Valen, cleaning the house, running errands, and doing as Valen pleases until he makes his next demand.

In the center of the kitchen is a firepit, where he does most of the cooking, a large bowl sits over the fire, the smell of mutton filling the air. [N] throws in various spices and a few chopped vegetables, mixing everything with wooden paddles. Orcish meals mainly consist of meat, but the elven lad adds his own taste to them. He uses the opportunity to add fruits, herbs, roots, and mushrooms, along with bread, which he kneads each day with his own hands. Valen seems to be open-minded about their differing diets, bringing back items like cheese, rice, and fish, most of these ingredients are found in the surrounding mountains, but never in orcish shops.

Once [N] has finished stirring the meal, he sets it aside in an iron pot to simmer while he prepares his plate. He cracks a dragon egg into his stew and stirs the contents carefully to mix. As if by instinct, the dragon eggs' blue-tinted shell absorbs the reddish hue of the lamb stew, making both sides almost identical.

He takes his and Valen's dishes to the dining room upstairs, wincing at the light from the open windows. The curved and rounded walls are decorated with the Warlord's trophies and weapons, though [N]'s managed to add his own taste, placing vases of flowers on each surface, and greenery by the windows. He places the plates on the large, circular table, and two chairs next to each other. After returning to the kitchen and fetching some ale and bread, [N] settles onto his chair.

Dust catches the light of the open window, floating lazily to settle on the wood grain of the floor. He watches these particles swirl about before focusing on the ceiling, watching the sun stream in behind the roof and illuminate the hallways outside. 

The stairs leading to the dining room creaked, and Valen walked in, properly dressed for the day, a leather vest over his torso and trousers tucked tightly into his boots. His arms were adorned with many rings, and he wore a heavy chain wrapped around his waist. He plopped down beside [N], taking a hearty bite of his own food, humming in appreciation.

"Leave it to my lil' wife to feed me so well," Valen grins.

[N] smiles softly, head buzzing from the praise. The elven lad finds it odd how despite the rape and abuse the orc had inflected on him in the beginning, the two somehow manage to have such mundane and soft moments.

Breakfast goes on, though, a familiar hand pressed on [N]'s thigh, caressing his flesh. Soon enough, the orc approaches the end of his meal, and Valen tugs hard at the hem of the young elf's loincloth pulling [N] to stand. He nods once, already knowing whats to come.

With a wide smile, Valen pats [N] on his buttock and wordlessly  instructs him to strip off his clothes. Face warm, [N] undoes the binding of his loincloth, letting it fall from his hips and thighs, exposing his bare flesh to his master as Valen admires the elf's skin. Even after such harsh treatment from the orc, Valen never once refused him proper meals or warm baths, no matter how many bruises decorate [N]’s skin, he always has a healthy glow. Next, to come off was the cloth wrapped around his chest, pulled away, revealing his slight chest.

Valen walks around [N] and inspects the goods, running his fingers lightly over [N]'s belly before coming to rest against the underside of [N]'s right breast. He presses there with his finger, massaging the sensitive area slowly before leaning forward and biting gently into the nipple. It aches sharply but [N] remains silent, waiting patiently for Valen's actions to stop.

His heart races, pounding furiously in his chest. After a moment passes, he can feel Valen release the pressure from his nipples and pull away. However, Valen continues to stare at [N]'s chest, lifting the elven lad to the table, and moving the plates aside.

[N] gasps, feeling the orc's large hand spread his thighs apart, his soft lips spreading with them, causing [N] to shudder. Once again Valen studies the sight before him, his eyes roaming all over [N]'s body. The orc's eyes drifted back down to the elven lad's moist inner thighs. He looks up at [N]'s face, practically feeling the warmth they radiate, causing a short chuckle to escape him.

With great haste, Valen kneels down and pushes his mouth between [N]’s thighs, tasting the sweet nectar the eleven lad produces. The tip of his rough tongue licks up his slit, pressing between them to feel the smoothness of [N]'s bud, incircling it, tasting his own semen from last night as it dribbles out in small globs. The orc places a wet kiss directly atop [N]'s clit, and the elf shivers beneath his touch.

Guiltily, [N] has to admit he looks forward to mornings like this, where Valen's slimy tongue plays with between his legs, the orc's tusks pressing into the lad's inner thighs, forcing his legs further open with each stroke.

When Valen finally pulls his mouth away from [N]'s nethers, leaving his clit throbbing painfully, [N] lets out a low moan of pleasure as Valen's large finger presses against his entrance, probing just inside. Slowly he begins to push it deeper, stretching [N]'s hole until only half of the finger remains within. He draws back a short distance before repeating the same action. Each time he does so, [N] softly cries out as Valen penetrates him more deeply.

After five strokes, Valen stops abruptly and pulls the hand away, leaving [N] panting and shaking with need. [N] bites his lip to keep from making any sound; he knows Valen is getting ready to violate him again.

"Time for the real breakfast," the orc whispers, more to himself than [N]. He undoes the belt of his trousers, drawing forth his massive manhood from within, it's almost the size of the lad's thigh, so thick that it can't even hold itself when erect, instead requiring the orc’s assistance. Vien's bulge out around it, and [N]'s breath catches in his throat as he sees the orc's cock twitch and grow thicker under Valen's hands. He pumps it once, the foreskin sensually sliding across the bulbous head. Finally releasing his tool, Valen sets it at the base of [N]'s pelvis, lining up the shaft with [N]'s entrance. The elven lad softly throws his head back as it slides between his folds, aching for release as the orc’s precome decorates his thighs.

"Ya want me yer arse? Or that tight cunt of yers," the warlord teases, watching [N] drool over the sight of his cock. The head of his tool lowers further down and Valen lets out a low sigh, feeling [N]’s cheeks part at the size of his cock. This doesn’t go unnoticed by his little mate, who shudders at the thought. 

[N] bites his lower lip, raising his hips. "M-my arse.." he mumbles quietly.

His fingers grip at the soft cloth that covers the table, the head of the orc’s cock streatching past his spintcher with no hesitation whatsoever, making [N] cringe a little bit as it enters him completely. He holds back a pained moan, eyes fluttering rapidly as the orc's cock stretches him further, slipping halfway into the lad’s rectum. Yet another inch gone, [N] can tell Valen is enjoying himself immensely now, his breath is heavy and his eyes are trained on the way [N] envelopes him like a glove. Perhaps it is meant for this reason alone.

Valen's thumb generously yet roughly massages [N]'s clit as he pushes himself further into the elven lad's rectum, splitting him wide open with ease, eliciting squeals and moans from the lad as he gets used to Valen's monster prick stretching him wider, his walls desperately trying to hold on to their contents while Valen relentlessly drives himself deeper and harder into the elven lad’s bowels.

Within minutes, Valen is fully seated within [N]'s arse, and [N]'s entire body quakes violently, small tears running down his cheeks as a burning sensation settles into his stomach, causing involuntary jerking motions to occur deep within his core. As if sensing [N] discomfort, Valen's thumb increases its pace on the elven lad's bud, pressing down on it to even out the pain.

He moves his other hand around behind the elf, gripping tightly onto [N]s hip to steady himself as he thrusts into him. A few moments later, [N] finds himself holding his own buttocks apart for Valen, easing his discomfort. Yet the act of freely offering himself in such a vile manner causes [N] to shudder, his insides clenching reflexively around Valens enormous organ.

This does not go unnoticed by Valen.

"Loving this, aren't ya," he huffs, his voice gruff and thick with desire. "Aye, my love…" Valen growls lowly into [N]s ear before shifting his weight and bringing his hand down firmly upon [N]'s left shoulder. Almost immediately the elf feels Valens balls press into him as he drives himself deeper still, his movements becoming swift and deliberate now that he has gained some momentum. Soon enough he is slamming into [N] hard, driving his large member deep inside the elf's ass before pulling back out before pushing in again. Over and over again Valen pounds into [N]'s rear end, grunting with satisfaction as he watches the elf wince in pain or pleasure.

[N]'s eyes permanently roll inside of their sockets, feeling the orc's cock rapidly press against something deep inside him, sending waves of electric shocks throughout his nerves. He can feel every movement of the orc's muscles move through his spine, his hands clenched tightly at the cloth, his legs trembling beneath him as Valens cock plows repeatedly into his anus.

The steady and hard rhythm is nothing short of hypnotizing, all prior thoughts trickling out, the eleven lad isn't even sure he remembers his own name. All that matters is the sharp jabs of pain or blissful ecstasy that reverberate through his mind, pulsating down his body and triggering hidden reactions within. When he can think of anything else besides Valen's large cock plunging into his gut, [N] focuses solely on controlling these sensations, seeking to avoid injury at any cost.

"Mmnnhhh.." [N] whines softly when Valen leans close to whisper in his ears. His words vibrates along [N]s neck as he speaks low and husky in [N]s ear, using his free hand to rub a bruise on [N]'s wrist caused by his constant twisting about the room in order to get comfortable.

"Can you even understand me, lad?" A teasing laugh escapes Valen's mouth, his lips pressed close to [N]'s pointed ears. "You've been jabbering nothin’ but nonsense," Valens tone growing serious once more. He turns to look straight ahead, ignoring [N] for a brief second while he attempts to catch his breath, "I have to know what I'm doing right."

"Yes.. 's good," [N] replies lowley, hoping Valen won't notice how much he had to force the word through swollen lips. It hurts too much otherwise. "Be gentle... just a little.. please..." he adds submissively.

"I can't 'ere you, lad," the orc taunts, squeezing [N]'s shoulder tighter for emphasis. "If ya ain't gonna talk properly then don't bother." With those words, Valen picks up more speed, if that was even possible, a rhythmic smacking sound echoing through the dining area, soon joined by [N]'s gasps of pain interspersed with pleasurable moans.

He can feel it, feel the head of Valen's cock press against his stomach, causing a noticeable bulge on his skin, feel Valens cock pulse and swell within him, filling him entirely with each forceful plunge. Valen's hips begin to bounce in rhythm with his thrusts, pounding the lad's flesh mercilessly. Each impact sends jolts of searing agony and pleasure radiating downward, breaking [N] momentarily from whatever strange spell Valen's brutal sodomization has placed him under. He tries to speak again—but there's no air to fill his lungs with, his body shudders involuntarily as an orgasm rips through his system, warm liquids pouring out of his folds and onto Valen's thrusting cock, his insides tightening as his sensitive clit throbs uncontrollably.

Valen groans loudly, feeling the lad squeeze harshly as he orgasms and begins to rut into him, chasing his own pleasure, thrusting faster and deeper with each stroke. His arms slide over [N]s shoulders and chest, both of them gripped securely as Valen continues to hammer into him relentlessly, his loins writhing with lust and excitement as [N]'s inner muscles ripple and contract around his invading appendage.

The orc's moan echoes throughout the dining area, his seed erupting deep into [N]'s bowels, hot spurts jetting out of the orc's cock with ever-increasing intensity until [N] is completely filled by Valens semen. As he continues to chase his pleasure, his semen escapes [N]'s bowels, coating Valens groin in viscous fluids and the floor below them.

Moments later, his cock slowly slides from [N]’s abused hole, a stream of his semen eager to exit. Valen snorts as he watches the elven lad try to regain his breath, his hips still shaking.

“Don’t die on me, now,” he teases, taking him by the shoulders to sit up. A whine leaves his lips, his body unbelievably slack. Using his left hand to steady himself, [N] cringes as his fingers touch his plate, the cold mush that was once is breakfast between his fingernails.

[datorchoe]

Masterlist!

I’m gonna try my best to keep up with this, but knowing how lazy I am, it won’t go well lol. But here it is! All of my writings so far! If a link doesn’t work/you know something is missing please let me know!

Almalexia

- Tribunal Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/633990954840473600/my-dude-hear-me-out-tribunal-hugcanons 

- Tribunal Relationship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634008432301719552/spare-a-crum-crum-for-the-deprived-%E0%B2%A5-%CA%96%E0%B2%A5 

Ancano

- Ancano, Ondolemar being cold toward Reader: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635257060872912896/cold-acano-or-ondolemar-headcanons

- Ancano w/Mage S/O (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635157432800247808/acano-with-a-master-mage-db-headcanons-nsfw-if

- Ancano w/Selective Mute HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635805876243070976/selective-mute-db-x-acano 

- Teldryn, Neloth, Ancano w/Dwemer/Snow Elf S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635180648958722048/so-i-always-wondered-what-my-mer-babys-would-do 

- Teldryn, Talvas, Ancano w/Selective Mute after a bad day: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635902061019627520/selective-mute-db-x-tel-or-tal-and-acano-she 

- Ancano Writing Prompt: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/645877255055228928/if-youre-taking-requests-may-i-have-a-small 

Aryon

- Divayth Fyr, Aryon HC’s (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/638676802477473792/sfw-and-nsfw-headcanons-for-divayth-fyr-and-master 

Ashur

- Ashur HC’s (SFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/638688418181840897/romance-headcanons-for-ashur-dear 

Athis

- Athis, Brand-Shei, Erandur, Neloth, Ralis, Revyn, Teldryn Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634142177266663424/if-you-dont-write-for-some-of-them-thats-fine 

Babette

- Babette being lifted: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634868026943127552/how-do-you-think-babette-would-react-to-being 

Balgruuf

- Balgruuf Dadcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635275265319239680/omg-more-on-the-dad-balgruf-headcanons-them  + https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635268071570997248/ooo-dad-headcanons-for-jarl-balgruf-him-just-like 

- Balgruuf’s adopted kid S*lf H*rms: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635455534991130624/dad-balgruf-headcanons-for-a-depressed-or-slf 

Brand-Shei

- Athis, Brand-Shei, Erandur, Neloth, Ralis, Revyn, Teldryn Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634142177266663424/if-you-dont-write-for-some-of-them-thats-fine 

Camoran Aderan

- Camoran Aderan Caring and NSFW HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635808183812800512/vestige-x-king-camoran-headcanons-caring-or-and 

- Camoran Aderan snuggling and kissing HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641709640446623744/snuggle-and-maybe-kiss-drable-or-headcanon 

Captain Veleth

- Captain Veleth Relationship & NSFW HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636955173311463424/db-x-captain-veleth-nsfw-or-sfw 

Cicero

- Cicero w/Listener Reader: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636155649199357952/listener-dragonborn-x-cicero-headcanons 

- “Pain of the Past” (Cicero X Reader): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/633081841751097344/pain-of-the-past-cicero-x-listenerreader 

- Hug & Kiss Canons w/Cicero: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/645879302459736064/kiss-and-hugcanons-for-cicero-love-your-writing 

Clavicus Vile

- Clavicus Vile HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634903512681152512/might-i-have-some-more-headcanons-of-lord-clavicus 

- Clavicus Vile Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634802890229301248/c-clavicus-vile-hugcanons 

- Clavicus Vile HC’s (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/639149617739628544/sfw-and-nsfw-headcanons-for-clavicus-vile  

Darien Gautier 

- Romance HC’s w/Darien: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/645883383880253440/romance-headcanons-for-darien-gautier 

Divayth Fyr

- Divayth Fyr General HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635252514510569472/i-just-saw-your-headcanons-for-yagrum-bagarn-and-i 

- Divayth Fyr Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637423297854832640/if-there-havent-already-been-some-divayth-fyr 

- Divayth Fyr, Aryon HC’s (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/638676802477473792/sfw-and-nsfw-headcanons-for-divayth-fyr-and-master 

- Divayth Fyr, Neloth w/Affectionate S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641709541539692544/oh-my-god-why-why-must-you-do-this-now-i-have-a

- Divayth w/Sick/Hurt S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/642239401912631296/yesss-someone-else-loves-the-old-wizards-as-much

Eno Hlaalu

- Eno Hlaalu Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637338926916485120/hugcanons-for-eno-hlaalu 

- Eno Hlaalu HC’s (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637709739467358208/i-love-your-headcanons-glad-to-see-that 

Enthir

- Enthir Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635462448229613568/bro-u-forgot-enthir-in-the-college-wheres-my 

- Teldryn, Ralis, Enthir, Faendal, Neloth, Revyn Ear HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635454995708395521/can-i-get-uhhhhhhhhhhhhh-teldryn-seroralis 

Erandur

- Athis, Brand-Shei, Erandur, Neloth, Ralis, Revyn, Teldryn Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634142177266663424/if-you-dont-write-for-some-of-them-thats-fine

- Erandur, Gelebor Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636531722978295808/if-hugcanons-are-still-a-thing-maybe-uhh-gelebor 

Estormo

- Thalmor Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636538544140206080/thalmor-and-how-they-kiss-headcannons-estormo 

Faendal

- Faendal Friendship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635269972468318208/friendship-headcanons-for-faendal-after-you-do-the 

- Teldryn, Ralis, Enthir, Faendal, Neloth, Revyn Ear HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635454995708395521/can-i-get-uhhhhhhhhhhhhh-teldryn-seroralis 

Falk Firebeard

- Falk Firebeard Relationship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637328495043854336/any-thirst-headcanons-for-falk-firebeard-i-think 

Farengar

- Farengar w/Smart DB (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635447452745498624/super-clever-db-x-fanenger-this-wizard-needs 

- Farengar X Reader HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634967842095284224/okay-so-i-sorta-kinda-liked-farengar-for-a-while 

Farkas

- Wolf Twins w/Pregnant Reader: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634817763679092737/literally-anything-you-got-with-the-companions 

Fennorian

- Fennorian HC’s (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636993296561045504/fennorian-sfw-nsfw-headcanons-love-this  

- Fennorian HC’s: how does he kiss, what does he like in vestige, vestige is a virgin, reaction on pregnancy (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637182434995322881/fennorian-headcanons-how-does-he-kiss-what-does 

- Verandis, Fennorian, Gwendis Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636959870777753600/how-about-verandis-fennorian-and-gwendis 

- Verandis, Fennorian w/Short S/O (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637517832942403584/any-headcanons-for-fennorian-or-verandis-with-a 

- Fennorian Drabble (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637761928187543552/sorry-i-had-meant-an-nsfw-drabble-for-fenn 

- Fennorian w/S/O with burn scars: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/640232850981109761/hiya-i-have-a-vestige-whos-face-and-body-are 

Galmar Stone-Fist

- Galmar Drabble (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635274824236810240/i-have-returned-just-had-a-few-bad-days-and 

- Galmar w/Chubby S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636157983274008576/can-i-get-galmar-with-a-overweight-partner-ive 

- Galmar w/Pregnant S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635766011786870784/being-pregnant-with-galmar-stone-fists-baby 

- Siddgeir, Galmar Stone-Fist w/Short S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637690035629686784/any-headcannons-for-a-short-im-talking-like 

- Galmar, Siddgeir w/Pets: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637782820033642496/hiii-kevin-wants-me-to-read-him-about-galmar-with 

Garan Marethi

- Vingalmo, Garan Marethi HCs (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/640698171356512256/sfw-and-nsfw-headcanons-for-vingalmo-and-garan

Gelebor

- Erandur, Gelebor Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636531722978295808/if-hugcanons-are-still-a-thing-maybe-uhh-gelebor 

- Gelebor, Neloth, Ondolemar w/Recovering S*lf H*rmer: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635693312906575872/self-harming-db-recovery-linked-with-the-last 

- Gelebor, Neloth, Ondolemar w/S*lf H*rming S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635355545325502464/i-dont-know-if-you-do-sensitive-topics-like-self 

- Gelebor, Neloth, Teldryn, Ondolemar w/Pregnant S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635520230923403264/crazy-intelligent-db-is-pregnant-x-gelebor 

- Gelebor, Neloth, Teldryn, Ondolemar w/Twins: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635695750872956929/crazy-intelligent-db-ends-up-having-twins-x 

- Gelebor, Vyrthur HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637421318995935232/so-im-playing-dawnguard-dlc-right-i-may-or-may 

- Gelebor Drabble: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636346869972451328/maybe-a-gelebor-x-reader-to-soothe-the-soul 

- Gelebor NSFW HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636154617167822848/nsfw-headcanons-gelebor 

Gwendis

- Verandis, Fennorian, Gwendis Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636959870777753600/how-about-verandis-fennorian-and-gwendis 

Hadvar

- Ralof, Hadvar Friends to Lovers HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635269369602211840/friends-to-lovers-headcanons-for-ralof-and-hadvar 

Hermaeus Mora

- Hermaeus Mora w/Grieving Reader: Part 1: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636536589644873729/may-i-order-a-uhhh-a-romantic-headcanons-and-or-a, Part 2: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637718793467101184/this-is-part-two-for-the-first-mora-with-grieving 

- Hermaeus Mora w/Injured S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637427073368145920/okay-okay-im-the-anon-who-keeps-requesting 

- Hermaeus Mora x reader HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634972814265499648/can-i-order-a-uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh-hermaeus-mora-x 

- Hermaeus Mora HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637715880141340672/folds-hands-together-i-forget-if-i-sent 

Hircine

Hircine Hug & Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641709719967399936/recently-completed-hircines-quest-how-about 

Inigo

- Inigo w/Secretly soft Reader: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634504448431046656/inigo-x-reader-in-which-reader-is-lorg-and-quiet 

Jyggalag

- Jyggalag General & Relationship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635181980632449024/any-headcanons-for-jyggalag-also-in-order-for 

- Jyggalag Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636978929592369152/hugcanons-for-jyggy 

- Sheogorath, Jygalaag Hug & Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641864685819461632/hug-and-kiss-canon-for-the-daedric-prince-of-chaos

Lucien Lachance

- Lucien Lachance, Vicente Valtieri w/Pregnant S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634870175858147328/oh-my-god-i-just-saw-the-pregnancies-stuff-how 

- Vicente Valteri, Lucien Lachance Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641709687432265728/kisscanons-for-vicente-valtieri-and-lucien 

- Lucien Lachance, Vicente Valtieri w/S/O who doesn’t like sleeping alone: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/642340828041396224/how-would-lucien-lachance-and-vicente-valtieri

Malacath

- Malacath Comforting Reader: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634736211405291520/1-if-you-ever-need-ideas-wanna-talk-about 

Malborn

- Malborn Drabble (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637688221369761792/can-i-get-something-small-and-smutty-with-malborn 

Mannimarco

- Mannimarco NSFW HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636345394696159232/nsfw-mannimarco-headcanons-please 

Marcurio

- Marcurio First Kiss HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635271727956541440/oh-boy-ok-first-kiss-hcs-with-marcurio-hmhhng 

- Marcurio Fluff & NSFW HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635267507395133440/soft-nsfw-and-fluffy-headcanons-for-marcurio 

- Marcurio Heat HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635268385825079296/sfhzfhjdgh-can-i-get-that-heat-hc-but-with 

- Marcurio w/Pregnant Reader: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636533907056164864/marcurio-x-pregnant-reader 

Martin Septim

- Martin Septim Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636957597827792896/martin-septim-hugcanons

Naemon

- Naemon SFW HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637704132518707200/you-know-its-me-xd-i-need-some-sill-or-nae-bae 

- Naemon w/Affectionate S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641709612889997313/well-my-request-is-have-fun-with-it-up-to-you-i 

Namira

- Namira General & Relationship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635264571795456000/youve-been-doing-some-daedra-headcannons-so-how 

Nazir

- Nazir General & Relationship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635805024370491392/nazir-headcanons 

Neloth

- Athis, Brand-Shei, Erandur, Neloth, Ralis, Revyn, Teldryn Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634142177266663424/if-you-dont-write-for-some-of-them-thats-fine 

- Neloth Dadcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/628842293166817280/thinking-about-dadneloth-tonight 

- “Poker” Neloth drabble: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/628062858110009344/poker-neloth-x-reader 

- Neloth, Vivec w/D*ppressed S/O (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/639689084641705984/you-probably-know-who-it-is-can-i-have-nsfw

- Neloth Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641709458694848512/maybe-some-neloth-hugcanons-if-youre-still-doing 

- Divayth Fyr, Neloth w/Affectionate S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641709541539692544/oh-my-god-why-why-must-you-do-this-now-i-have-a 

- Neloth buying girl scout cookies for S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/642239401912631296/yesss-someone-else-loves-the-old-wizards-as-much

- Neloth w/Sick&Injured S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/645880493297074176/could-this-one-get-some-neloth-x-injuredsick

Ondolemar

- Ancano, Ondolemar being cold toward Reader: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635257060872912896/cold-acano-or-ondolemar-headcanons 

- Ondolemar HC’s (SFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/633554169471582208/ondolemar-x-reader-hcs 

- Relaxing with Ondolemar: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/645884839513423872/i-want-some-cuddles-and-kisses-from-ondolemar-or 

Parthurnaax

- Parthurnaax Relationship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635270684105490432/oh-my-god-wait-relationship-headcanons-with 

Ralis

- Athis, Brand-Shei, Erandur, Neloth, Ralis, Revyn, Teldryn Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634142177266663424/if-you-dont-write-for-some-of-them-thats-fine 

- Teldryn, Ralis, Enthir, Faendal, Neloth, Revyn Ear HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635454995708395521/can-i-get-uhhhhhhhhhhhhh-teldryn-seroralis 

Ralof

- Ralof, Hadvar Friends to Lovers HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635269369602211840/friends-to-lovers-headcanons-for-ralof-and-hadvar 

Ravyn Imayrn

- Ravyn Imayn HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/640225873052729344/yo-can-i-get-some-nsfw-for-ravyn-imyan-thieves

Revyn Sadri

- Athis, Brand-Shei, Erandur, Neloth, Ralis, Revyn, Teldryn Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634142177266663424/if-you-dont-write-for-some-of-them-thats-fine 

- Teldryn, Ralis, Enthir, Faendal, Neloth, Revyn Ear HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635454995708395521/can-i-get-uhhhhhhhhhhhhh-teldryn-seroralis 

- Marrige Night Drabble (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641709408433422337/its-taken-me-forever-to-choose-who-to-marry-on-my 

Ronthil

- Ronthil Drabble (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/640690207676563456/yo-do-you-have-anything-for-ronthils-first-time

Sanguine

- Sanguine Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637424265856221184/sanguine-hugcanons 

- Sanguine Romance & NSFW HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636971076932501504/sanguine-romance-and-nsfw-headcanons 

- Sanguine Drabble (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/638687351602905089/could-i-perhaps-get-a-lil-smutty-drabble-w 

- Sanguine & Sheogorath have a party: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/642240418509193216/what-do-you-think-a-party-with-sheogorath-and

Sheogorath

- Sheogorath Coffee Shop AU: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634787270399049728/sheogorath-would-see-you-reading-a-coffee-shop-au 

- Sheogorath Dadcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634733105639456768/appears-out-of-the-shadows-what-about-uncle 

- Sheogorath Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634802332585082880/psst-sheogorath-hugcanons 

- Sheogorath w/Pregnant reader: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637342488814813184/may-i-have-sheo-x-pregnant-reader 

- Sheogorath Drabble (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637723357980327936/can-i-get-uhhhh-a-little-smutty-sheogorath-story 

- Sheogorath, Jygalaag Hug & Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641864685819461632/hug-and-kiss-canon-for-the-daedric-prince-of-chaos

- Sanguine & Sheogorath have a party: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/642240418509193216/what-do-you-think-a-party-with-sheogorath-and

Siddgeir

- Siddgeir, Gelebor being Smitten: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636157058153086976/helloo-i-was-wondering-whether-you-might-have 

- Siddgeir Drabble: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637043373624246272/i-just-want-siddgeir-simp-content-i-dont-have 

- Siddgeir, Galmar Stone-Fist w/Short S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637690035629686784/any-headcannons-for-a-short-im-talking-like 

- Galmar, Siddgeir w/Pets: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637782820033642496/hiii-kevin-wants-me-to-read-him-about-galmar-with 

Sotha Sil

- Vivec, Sotha Sil w/Pregnant S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634874137454788608/what-will-be-the-reaction-of-vivec-and-sotha-sil 

- Sotha Sil Dadcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637781054781014016/sotha-adoptive-dad-of-the-vestige-sil 

- Sotha Sil w/D*ppressed S/O (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637789201624104960/drabble-with-sotha-sill-and-depressed-vestige 

- Tribunal Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/633990954840473600/my-dude-hear-me-out-tribunal-hugcanons 

- Tribunal Relationship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634008432301719552/spare-a-crum-crum-for-the-deprived-%E0%B2%A5-%CA%96%E0%B2%A5 

- Sotha Sil Drabble (Implied D*ppresion): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/640227699461423104/sill-baby-or-vivec-baby-drabble-please-depressed 

- Sotha Sil, Vivec w/Preg with Twins S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641864799182045185/drabble-with-vivec-and-sotha-sill-first-holding 

Talvas

- Talvas x reader HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635158796729204736/omg-what-about-talvas-headcanons-poor-lad 

- Teldryn, Talvas, Ancano w/Selective Mute after a bad day: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635902061019627520/selective-mute-db-x-tel-or-tal-and-acano-she 

- Teldryn, Talvas w/Selective Mute S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635260134033162240/selective-mute-x-tel-or-tal-teldryn-or-talvas 

Teldryn Sero

- Teldryn Sero Drabble “Ash”: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/627993910465167360/ash-teldryn-sero-x-reader 

- Athis, Brand-Shei, Erandur, Neloth, Ralis, Revyn, Teldryn Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634142177266663424/if-you-dont-write-for-some-of-them-thats-fine 

- Gelebor, Neloth, Teldryn, Ondolemar w/Pregnant S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635520230923403264/crazy-intelligent-db-is-pregnant-x-gelebor 

- Gelebor, Neloth, Teldryn, Ondolemar w/Twins: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635695750872956929/crazy-intelligent-db-ends-up-having-twins-x 

- Neloth, Teldryn Sero, Gelebor w/Pregnant S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635254968046272512/db-being-pregnant-and-is-to-terrified-to-tell 

- Neloth, Teldryn w/Clumsy S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635462193371119616/what-about-a-clumsy-ldb-with-neloth-or-teldryn 

- Neloth, Teldryn w/Workaholic DB (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635156319163367424/ok-at-thank-you-do-much-neloth-or-teldryn-x 

- Ondolemar, Gelebor, Teldryn w/Touch-Starved S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635445449338306560/very-touch-starved-female-db-who-doesnt-know-how 

- Teldryn, Neloth, Ancano w/Dwemer/Snow Elf S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635180648958722048/so-i-always-wondered-what-my-mer-babys-would-do 

- Teldryn, Neloth, Gelebor w/Sensitive S/O (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635360623771942913/very-sensitive-mer-db-not-in-the-emotional 

- Teldryn, Neloth Heat HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635262941352116224/nsfw-request-db-who-is-normally-not-like-um-overly 

- Teldryn, Ondolemar, Neloth sharing a bath (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635710613363081216/db-x-tel-ol-or-neloth-sharing-a-bath-headcanons 

- Teldryn, Ralis, Enthir, Faendal, Neloth, Revyn Ear HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635454995708395521/can-i-get-uhhhhhhhhhhhhh-teldryn-seroralis 

- Teldryn, Talvas, Ancano w/Selective Mute after a bad day: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635902061019627520/selective-mute-db-x-tel-or-tal-and-acano-she 

- Teldryn, Talvas w/Selective Mute S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635260134033162240/selective-mute-x-tel-or-tal-teldryn-or-talvas 

- Teldryn Sero Dadcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634823165992992768/scrambles-out-of-air-vent-teldryn-sero-as-a-dad 

- Teldryn Sero HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634276521010462720/rattles-tin-can-spare-headcanons-for-teldryn 

- Teldryn Wedding Night Drabble (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/642339932917186560/the-drabble-you-did-for-revyn-was-so-good-but 

Tolfdir

- Tolfdir adopting Reader HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635463200905871361/tolfdir-adopts-you-asmr-hc  

- Tolfdir adopting Reader HC’s (Part 2): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635463852292800512/college-of-winterhold-family-headcanons-where 

Torvar

- Torvar HC’s (SFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/638679809212448768/maybe-some-headcanons-for-torvar-poor-fella-needs

Verandis Ravenwatch

- Verandis, Fennorian, Gwendis Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636959870777753600/how-about-verandis-fennorian-and-gwendis 

- Verandis, Fennorian w/Short S/O (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637517832942403584/any-headcanons-for-fennorian-or-verandis-with-a 

- Verandis Drabble (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637531665231675392/how-about-nsfw-story-for-verandis-please 

Vicente Valtieri

- Lucien Lachance, Vicente Valtieri w/Pregnant S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634870175858147328/oh-my-god-i-just-saw-the-pregnancies-stuff-how 

- Vicente Valteri, Lucien Lachance Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641709687432265728/kisscanons-for-vicente-valtieri-and-lucien

- Lucien Lachance, Vicente Valtieri w/S/O who doesn’t like sleeping alone: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/642340828041396224/how-would-lucien-lachance-and-vicente-valtieri 

Vilkas

- Wolf Twins w/Pregnant Reader: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634817763679092737/literally-anything-you-got-with-the-companions 

Vingalmo

- Vingalmo, Garan Marethi HCs (SFW & NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/640698171356512256/sfw-and-nsfw-headcanons-for-vingalmo-and-garan

Vivec

- Vivec, Sotha Sil w/Pregnant S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634874137454788608/what-will-be-the-reaction-of-vivec-and-sotha-sil 

- Vivec HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/638956221876076544/you-know-who-it-is-probably-vinecvehk-nsfw 

- Tribunal Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/633990954840473600/my-dude-hear-me-out-tribunal-hugcanons 

- Tribunal Relationship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634008432301719552/spare-a-crum-crum-for-the-deprived-%E0%B2%A5-%CA%96%E0%B2%A5 

- Neloth, Vivec w/D*ppressed S/O (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/639689084641705984/you-probably-know-who-it-is-can-i-have-nsfw

- Sotha Sil, Vivec w/Preg with Twins S/O: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/641864799182045185/drabble-with-vivec-and-sotha-sill-first-holding

Vyrthur

- Gelebor, Vyrthur HC’s (NSFW): https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637421318995935232/so-im-playing-dawnguard-dlc-right-i-may-or-may 

- Vyrthur Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/640229009734729728/hugcanons-for-arch-curate-vyrthur 

Whiterun Guard

- Whiterun Guard Relationship HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635271329584742401/ok-so-i-saw-this-one-wattpad-thing-with-a-whiterun 

Yagrum Bagarn

- Yagrum Bagarn General HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635047140105830400/general-headcanons-for-yagrum-bagarn-last-living 

College of Winterhold

- CoW Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/633990846160699392/what-about-college-of-winterhold-hugcanons 

- CoW Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/635451945842278400/spare-any-college-of-winterhold-kissing-hcs 

Follower HC’s

- Quest Follower HC’s: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/627999985362944001/quest-followers-headcanons 

Grey-Mane Clan

- Grey-Mane Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637525273265504256/ooh-what-about-hugcanons-for-clan-greymane 

Stormcloak

- Stormcloak Hugcanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/633968380797452288/i-just-found-the-hug-headcannons-post-of-yours-and 

- Stormcloak Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/634008124160933888/heyyyyyy-since-hug-headcannons-turned-out-amazing 

Thalmor

- Thalmor Kisscanons: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/636538544140206080/thalmor-and-how-they-kiss-headcannons-estormo 

Personal Writing

- “The Accursed Tale of Ugo Tumn”: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/637590666040508416/the-accursed-tale-of-ugo-tumn  

- “The Dreams of a Broken Man”: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/642242803755319296/the-dreams-of-a-broken-man 

- “Cold Nights, Warm Blankets”: https://datorchoe.tumblr.com/post/642343867931295744/cold-nights-warm-blankets 

[robotslovedeath]

“Where are your pants?” Bc Aaravos conformed has no pants on. We see them starry thighs And “Put me down” Tall Aavaros, Small Gren, what more is there to say I have returned from studying for a quick tdp break ;)

SO SORRY THIS TOOK LONG I STARTED BUT NEVER FINISHED :( SO HAVE A NEVER ENDING DRABBLE HHH IM SO SORRY, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE NEXT

~~~

Viren had rushed to the dungeons, coming across the Commander once more. His jokes were getting worse by the second as Viren desperately seeked answers from the magic elf. It only took one more joke to trigger him.

"Lord Viren! Hello!"

The look on his face didn't look at all pleasant.

"What is it now? You're unusually happy today."

Gren had only had a small nap, until he was woken up by a strange voice coming from the room the Lord always locked himself in.

"Uhh, why are you always in there? It's not good to isolate yourself from the world, what if Soren and Claudia want-"

"QUIET! Do not ever pronounce their names. I'm warning you now, Commander."

He had walked away from Gren, his temper clearly lost and anger increasing by the second. Freeing Gren wasn't a bad idea- although Amaya would find out and start problems.

~~~

"Eurk! Where are your pants?"

The Startouch elf turned around, surprised but nothing out of the ordinary.

"Pants are for humans. I'm obviously not one."

It had been settled that his plan to find out more about Aaravos was today. And he wouldn't let anything get in the way. It was now or never. Viren wouldn't let that opportunity go to waste. Placing the worm back in its jar, the man silently walked away.

"Pleasure talking to you."

Viren left the room, door unlocked after being too lazy to do such a thing anymore and way too pissed at Gren to even do anything. He had to get him out before he lost his mind.

"Commander, you're free to go. Be grateful and tell nobody about this. You will pay the consequences if my wishes are ignored. Good day."

"You're.. really gonna let me go? But why?"

"Naive child."

"Understandable-"

Ow, did the chains leave a mark on his wrists. It wasn't useful for a 25* year old man to be chained down (up) for so long, not even useful if all the food/drink he got given was merely just hot brown morning potion. He couldn't complain though, it wasn't that bad.

A creak of a door and Gren found himself in the small room, a table with a strange looking green jar and some other unusual things for the Lord to be in possession of. With that, came a mirror. Now Gren couldn't help but reveal what was behind the cloth.

The most gorgeous elf he had ever seen.

"I- What.. who are you?" His voice came with a tremble as his knees were beginning to weaken. Nobody had ever made him feel such a way. Why him?

The elf didn't speak nor blink. Curiosity filled the man, unsure and hesitant towards the redhead. He couldn't be so shy now, but on the other hand, he couldn't be so trusty towards someone Viren could possibly be foes with. It didn't make sense.

"Aaravos." He mouthed. Never hinting that he needed the worm to communicate.

"Hm? I cannot hear you."

He flicked his ear, pointing at the jar next to him. So that was what it was for.

Although Gren was uncertain this was even possible, his hand had already made the move to grab it out the jar. The tingling sensation of the worm made Gren uncomfortable, pulling his face into quite the disgusted look. You could see Aaravos laughing quietly in the mirror.

"Speak, lil' red."

Gren was in shock, it wasn't everyday he could meet someone as beautiful as him. He turned around, to your surprise just like Viren and started doubting his whole decision of finding the truth. He also couldn't always talk to people. Knowing he was locked up for however days/months/years it's been. Who knows.

"Huh? Me? Commander Gren! I'm the Commander of my General. General Amaya to be precise.. haha."

"Relax, angel cake. You're in safe hands. I need to ask you a favor, dear. Do you believe that could be possible?"

A favor? Right this instant? He had just met him, for god's sake! What else could go wrong?

"I understand if your royal Commander isn't happy with this. Or if you're just scared to talk. It's okay, I don't bite, sweetheart."

"A-alright, go ahead.."

"I want you to get me out of this mirror. This place that I'm unaware of, it means nothing to me."

How could the Commander do such a thing? It wasn’t like him to fall for such a trick when be barely trusted anyone so easily. Specifically a good looking elf stuck in a mirror. Maybe something decent would actually come from freeing the elf, supposedly called Aaravos (Gren had figured it out after trying to decipher it, since he was both good at ASL and reading mouthed words).

“..How? I have no idea how to get you out, Aaravos!” Perhaps he spoke too soon?

“Huh.. Commander, you never told me how good you were at reading lips. Impressive.”

“I.. yes. Thank you.” Man, was he smooth with words.

This.. elf. How could he get Gren in his pocket so easily? Aaravos could manipulate him with just a simply favor, and.. looks.

~~~

It took a bit of time for Gren to get a hang of what Aaravos was doing. Some strange magic and spells were recited, the redhead not knowing what was actually happening. It also took awhile for the commander to realise the glass in between them disappeared. While Gren was uncertain this actually worked, he still placed his hand forward, wanting to help the elf out.

“You're a star, how may I serve you?” His face was covered with stars, which twinkled from time to time. Gren was amazed, he was also.. so tall. Being 6’1 was great but he could never imagine being as tall as Aaravos.

“I don't know..” Hesitation was his best friend. Nothing came to his mind; nothing at all.

I wasn't mentally prepared for this!! What could I possibly want from him??

“Hm. Let me show you something that humans have always seeked to witness.” Quite so, Aaravos had strengthened the grip of Gren’s hand, nearly throwing him in the air to simply just carrying him bridal style. It wasn't ideal, but Aaravos didn't complain.

“H-hey! Put me down!” He wasn't really one to shout, except.. this kinda felt nice? For some strange reason.

“This is what you wanted, no? Close your eyes for me.”  Aaravos whispered, so close yet so far from the Commander’s face. He had to make this embarrassing, didn’t he? You could probably feel bad for the poor redhead’s heart. A fragile and sensitive one when he felt shy.

~~~

They had finally arrived, a silence from both of them during the journey which seemed to never last. Gren for once was.. satisfied with it. Eventually, the low, familiar voice spoke again.

“Open your eyes now, it won’t hurt, poppy seed.”

What was up with him and the nicknames? They were so out of the ordinary, and sounded like he was close with the commander, when they had just barely met.

He and the Commander were outside, cool breeze hitting Aaravos' exposed skin, and Gren's blushing face. As the night fell into complete darkness, the Startouched elf, also turning silent, unexpectedly started glowing. Little stars that shun in alignment with those above them, twinkling in the black emits of the endless twilight.

Gren stared in surprised, both amazed and confused as to why he had brung him here. Again, it wasn't everyday he met up with an elf. Let alone a Startouch elf, probably the first a human had seen for a while. Told and admired by thousands, Startouch elves were mentioned in books of ancient times, a history that both Gren and Aaravos himself had read.

"What do you think?" A low murmur had rung besides the Commander's ear, quiet enough for only, and only, Gren to hear. It was to be taken almost sensually, the redhead not used to it enough to be taken as a compliment.

"It's.. it's beautiful."

But not as beautiful as you.. What am I thinking? You just met him! A stranger! An elf! What's up with you, suddenly???

~~~

I ONLY WROTE THIS MUCH AND SJBDB HOPE U LIKE IT!!!

[gayzytown]

Thunderstorms

@ me uuhh maybe try nd come up w a creative title sometime 

// i havent drawn mucch due 2 a smol migraine omg, but im on requests now !! albeit a lil out of order bc my hands r a lil 2 shaky 2 draw right now omg,,  plus i got a prompt tht i thought was rlly good !!heck  omg,,  here it is, tysm anon for the ask !!

Robbie awoke very suddenly to the sound of frantic pounding on the cold metal of his lair and before he could comprehend what was happening, he was across the room scurrying up the ladder to open the lid-like entrance.

 With shaky, tired hands, he pushed it open and pulled himself through the top, his eyes locking in contact with uneasy, ocean blue ones. Thunder rumbled somewhere far off and Sportacus’s body shook, he took a big gulp and gave Robbie a very nervous smile.

        “Robbie could you… help me, please?” he whimpered. Robbie’s villain mentality slipped away at the soft desperation of the elf’s cracking voice.

        “Uh, yeah, sure, of course, what do you need?”

Sportacus took a moment to compose himself, straightening his vest, tugging softly on the hem of his shirt and clearing his throat.

        “There’s a… thunderstorm,” he paused, and for a short while his eyes were terrified and flew from Robbie’s own cloudy eyes to the ground. “My… airship is too unstable to stay in, and usually I just… fly away, but I didn’t check the weather.” Sportacus’s delicate expression turned to one of anger. “I didn’t check the weather and so I didn’t have time to leave before it hit. I always check the weather. I don’t… know what’s wrong with me,” his voice cracked again, and he turned his head completely away from the tall villain.  

        “Oh, uh, do you need a place to stay during the storm? Don’t worry about the weather thing, we all forget things sometimes, no worries,” Robbie tried awkwardly. Sportacus looked thankful, and turned back to Robbie.

        “I’m really sorry to have to ask you. I’m just… a little, um, scared of thunderstorms, and I didn’t want… I didn’t want the kids to see. It’s embarrassing…”

“Oh, yeah, I understand,” Robbie said, and he gave Sportacus a small, unsure nod and gestured for Sportacus to follow him down the ladder. With a thankful but anxious sigh the elf climbed down after him.

Sportacus immediately set to pacing back in forth in an odd patrol of the lounge. Robbie stood and watched him for a while, and then moved to his chair and sat down, spreading himself across the soft fabric and watching the elf move for an uncomfortable length of time. There was a crash of thunder, this time much louder and closer than before, and Sportacus turned towards the sky. His ears seemed to perk under his hat and his lip quivered with a substantial fear. Robbie sat up, a soft panic in his heart from seeing the strong hero so scared.

        “You okay, Sport?” he asked. Sportacus looked back towards him, and forced a nervous laugh.

        “Of course! It’s just a little...storm,” he said, turning to the sky again, his soft face tight and set. Robbie moved himself to the edge of the chair.

        “Why don’t you come sit over here, Sportacus?” he asked. Sportacus turned and looked at the empty space on the chair, a subtle confusion mixing with the fear on his face. The thunder crashed again and, as if they had a mind of their own, Sportacus’s legs carried him to the chair and he sat next to Robbie, pulling himself into the soft fabric of the chair and of Robbie’s vest.

        “I know it’s an immature and irrational fear, I’m sorry to bug you with this, Robbie,” he mumbled, hiding his face.

        “Oh no, it’s not irrational or immature. I completely understand being scared of things that may seem that way, I’m scared of like… the dark, the lobsters, and forks, all sorts of things. I’m sorry you have to deal with this,” Robbie answered, giving Sportacus a soft pat on the back. Sportacus leaned into the contact.

        “Thank you, Robbie. You don’t mind if I… hug you a little, do you?” he asked. Robbie sat silently for a while, his eyes blinking dully and confusedly.

        “No,” he said, and sat stiffly as Sportacus pushed himself up and wrapped his strong arms around Robbie. The thunder rang out again, and Sportacus shook and hid his head under Robbie’s thin body. He whimpered, but immediately tried to cover it up with a cough. He shook with every pitter-patter of the rain against the roof as if every drop pelted his body and hammered into his delicate heart. Hiis jaw clenched and he shut his eyes tightly as he used Robbie’s arms wrapped around him as a shield against the lightning and the fear. Robbie watched him sadly and wondered if the thin layer of water on Sportacus’s face was sweat or tears.

        “Are you okay, Sportacus?” he asked, gently squeezing the elf’s shoulder, trying to offer some sort of physical reassurance. Sportacus opened his eyes and, as if he’d forgotten Robbie was there, turned to the tall man with surprise.

        “...yes, it’s just…” he buried his face again, and covered his ears. “When I was little, I’d stay with my dad in his airship sometimes and the storms… they were always so loud and they shook the whole ship and lightning was blinding, I just,” he paused and readjusted his tight grip on Robbie’s midsection. “I can’t stand the sounds, and the lights, and the...”

He felt Robbie’s comforting hold on him shift, and  for a moment he sat up in a full-blown panic before he saw that Robbie had only leaned over to grab some earmuffs from the table by the chair. “Try these,” Robbie told him, offering a small and sad smile. Sportacus took the earmuffs and put them on.

He smiled genuinely at the immediate difference in the intensity of the storm’s sounds, and at the comforting orange fabric around his sensitive, pointed ears.

        “Better?” he heard Robbie say, very faintly, and he nodded, gently lowering himself back into the cushion next to Robbie. Thunder crashed very softly in the background, and he closed his eyes and imagined it was miles and miles away from him, his home, and the people he loved. And the people who loved him, he thought as he felt Robbie gently squeeze his hand.

        “Thank you,” he said.

        “You’re welcome,” Robbie answered.

epilogue:

[queenofcats17]

Kravitz’s Moving Castle Chpt 1

Based on this by @tuherrus

Taako had lived in New Elfington all his life, and he was bored with it. Sure, working in a bakery with his sister was the bee’s knees (it combined his two favorite pastimes of magic and baking) but he wanted a little more out of life than baking day in and day out. Lup always told him he sounded like some kind of fairytale princess when he brought up his thoughts.

“I want something more!” She’d say in an exaggerated falsetto.

“You’re the worst!” He’d retaliate by pushing her onto her bed. This’d usually escalate into a slappy fight. It was fun and all, but he felt like she wasn’t taking him seriously. He really did want more from his life than staying in New Elfington and baking. He wanted adventure, like the kind he’d read about in books when he and Lup were little. But then again, if he just left, Lup would be all alone. All they had were each other and he couldn’t just leave her. Not after everything else that had happened in their lives. He sighed as he stirred the batter for the cinnamon rolls. Lup had gone to visit her “boyfriend” at his lab, leaving Taako alone to finish the day’s orders. It wasn’t like she was ditching work, they were almost done after all. Taako could see how happy that nerd Barry made her. Things had been tense lately, and she deserved to be able to see her boyfriend. Lup didn’t deserve to suffer because of the war going on.

“We’re heading out.” One of the junior bakers said. “Do you want to come with us?”

“Nah, I’m gonna finish here.” Taako waved a hand dismissively.

“Do you want any help?” Another asked.

“Nah homies.” Taako shook his whisk. “You guys go have some fun. Y’all deserve it.” So the junior bakers left and Taako finished the cinnamon rolls. He looked out the window while the rolls baked. It was a beautiful day outside, which was probably why they were holding some kind of military parade. It was all military parades all the time these days. Taako just wanted this war to be over. He’d never been one to enjoy violence, not to mention the discourse that came with the topic of war was absolutely unbearable. Suddenly he spotted something in the rolling hills of the Wastes. A strange hodgepodge castle making its way through the area. Kravitz’s castle. There were few people who didn’t know about Kravitz the wizard. Taako didn’t put a lot of stock in the stories, because there was an urban legend for just about everything. Supposedly Kravitz was a wizard who ate the hearts of people he found attractive. Taako was pretty sure he didn’t have anything to worry about. Who would find someone like him attractive? Sure, he was aesthetically pleasing, but he hadn’t really done anything to set him apart from the other elves of New Elfington. Other than...Glamor Springs that was. He’d been cleared of all wrongdoing by the police, but he still felt like it was his fault. If he had just been nicer to Sazed, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. If he had given them a chance...He shook his head quickly. He shouldn’t be thinking about that now. That had been years ago. The oven timer dinged behind him, and he turned back to the job at hand. The cinnamon rolls came out and were frosted before being put into the boxes and stacked up for pickup the next day. With that done, he decided to set off to go visit Lup.

He hadn’t been to Barry’s lab before. Lup had given him the address when she’d first started going out with the scientist, but he’d never actually gone to that place. He left the safety of the bakery, the paper clutched tightly in his hands. He took the packed streetcar to the center of town, and began to navigate the winding sides streets and back alleys. He walked and walked and walked and walked until his feet started to hurt. All the addresses seemed to blur together. He couldn’t find the lab, no matter how he tried. As he glowered at the piece of paper in his hands, he ran into two soldiers. The two soldiers had some time off and had decided to take in the locals, maybe have a little fun. Neither of them had ever done it with an elf before.

“Hey there, you lost?” One of the soldiers asked, leaning up against the wall beside Taako.

“Nah.” Taako tried to push past the two soldiers. “I’m good, hombre.”

“Where’re you going in such a hurry?” The other soldier leaned in close. “You look thirsty. Why don’t you grab a drink with us?”

“I said I’m fine.” Taako said. “I’m going to visit my sister.” He tried once more to push past them, but the first one grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward.

“You scared ‘im.” He said to his friend. “It’s because of your mustache.”

“I think he’s cute when he’s scared.” The second soldier leered. Taako’s heart was pounding out of his chest. In this back street, there was no one there to help him. He didn’t have any weapons, and the soldiers had him in a position where he couldn’t easily fight back. He was trapped.

“There you are.” He felt a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” Taako turned slowly, and his breath caught in his throat. Standing beside him was one of the most handsome men he’d ever seen. The man was tall and broad-shouldered, his skin just a few shades lighter than Taako’s. His cheekbones could cut bread. Taako almost fainted on the spot.

“Who the Hell are you?” One of the soldiers asked.

“I’m his friend.” The man said, smiling. “Now, why don’t you take a walk?” He flicked his finger and the soldiers assumed a marching stance and marched away. Neither of the soldiers knew what was going on, nor would they. They were gone before they could fully process what was happening.

“Forgive them, they didn’t mean to hurt you.” The man said. “Now, where are you going? Allow me escort you along your way.”

“That’d be pretty awesome, my man.” Taako said, grinning his gap-toothed smile. He held up the address. The man studied it for a moment, then nodded. He held Taako a little closer, slipping his arm around the elf’s waist.

“Act natural. I’m being followed.” He whispered, his breath tickling Taako’s already rather sensitive ear. “Let’s walk.” And so they started walking, Taako taking this opportunity to lean as heavily as he could on this mysterious man. Granted, the guy was suspicious as hell, and putting on the most obviously fake accent Taako had ever heard, but that didn’t matter. This guy was a dreamboat and Taako absolutely had to get his contact information. His bliss was interrupted by some very strange creatures. They were humanoid in appearance, although they appeared to be made of some kind of black goop. They were dressed in ridiculously gaudy clothing that looked straight out of Taako’s dreams. The man pulled them down another side street, away from the creatures.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to get you involved.” The man said to Taako. The creatures seemed to be pouring in from all sides, everywhere they went, every street they turned down the creatures were there. Soon they seemed to be surrounded. That was when the man did something entirely unexpected. He stopped, tensed, and then they were in the air. Taako’s eyes widened. They were...flying. They were really flying. Taako tensed up, curling into a ball.

“Straighten out your legs.” The man said. Taako obeyed. “Now start walking.” Surprisingly, he could walk almost as if they were on solid ground. It was magic. It had to be. The man was a wizard. Taako had somehow run into a wizard. But was he Kravitz? As they floated over the town, Taako discreetly studied the man for any distinguishing features that could confirm him to be Kravitz. The man wore a sharp black suit, and had a raven skull on a chain around his neck, resting easily on his red tie. Taako had heard Kravitz had a thing about ravens.

“So, what’s your name, handsome?” Taako asked.

“I have many names.” The man said. “But most call me Kravitz.” Taako snorted. It was adorable how dramatic this man was.

“Kravitz, huh? Like that wizard who eats hearts?”

“The very same.” Kravitz smiled. “Are you afraid of me?”

“Of you?” Taako snorted and shook his head. “Nah.” Kravitz seemed genuinely perplexed by this answer. His brown furrowed and he looked away from Taako. The elf could see what he assumed to be Barry’s lab in the distance. It was a big wooden building with smoke billowing out the chimneys. He was surprised how quickly they had gotten over there. They reached the balcony of the lab, and Kravitz deposited Taako on the floor, perching himself on the railing.

“I’ll distract them.” He said. “But you should wait a little before going out, alright?”

“Sure.”

“Good boy.” Kravitz winked at him and jumped off the railing. Taako sighed dreamily. Well, that had certainly been an interesting first encounter, but not unpleasant. A few moments later, the door to the balcony slammed open and Lup came running out.

“Bro! Lucas said you floated down out of the sky!” She said, grabbing him by his shoulders.

“Hello to you too, Lulu.” Taako said. “No, my trip over wasn’t too bad.”

“Oh, right, sorry.” Lup put up her hands. “Hey bro. What’s up? You floated down out of the sky!”

“Uh...Do you guys want to use my office?” Lucas Miller poked his face through the doorway. “The people in the street might get freaked out.”

“Thanks Lucas.” So the siblings moved to Lucas’ office. As soon as Lup shut the door, she was back in Taako’s face, demanding to know exactly what had happened. Her brother was decently good at levitation magic, but not enough to carry himself all the way across town from the bakery to the lab.

“I might’ve met a guy~” Taako smiled slyly. “Some soldier schmucks were bothering me and this total drreamboat swooped in and saved me.”

“Did you get his name? Tell me you got his name.”

“Kravitz.”

“Wait, like THE Kravitz?” Lup’s eyes widened. “The one who eats guys’ hearts?”

“I thought he ate girls’ hearts too.” As Taako spoke, he realized he didn’t want to be having this conversation. It wasn’t like he was ever going to see that gorgeous hunk of man meat again. Kravitz was some big important wizard guy who had places to be and people to see. There was a war going on after all, so Kravitz was probably right in the middle of it. He’d probably forget Taako within the day.  

“Nah, bro, he’s gay as hell.” Lup said. “But seriously! You met THE Kravitz! And he didn’t eat your heart! Must’ve been love at first sight or something.”

“I don’t know about that.” Taako shrugged a little. “He probably only goes after guys who are more accomplished. Who have stuff to offer, y’know. He wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.”

“Taako.” Lup’s ears drooped. “Don’t say stuff like that. I know I give you a hard time about your whole ‘I want more’ thing, but if you really feel that way you should go follow your dreams.”

“I can’t just leave you.” Taako said.

“Bro,” Lup put her hands on her brother’s shoulders. “Things aren’t like when we were kids. I’ll be okay if you want to go out and live your dreams. Don’t put my happiness above yours. Okay?” She smiled and pinched his cheek.

“Okay.” Taako rubbed his cheek and smiled back. “I should probably get back to the bakery now. Gotta get the rest of the stuff packaged up.”

“Stay safe. I hear the Witches of Wonderland are in the area.”

“The Witches of Wonderland?” Taako frowned.

“Those weird siblings who live in the Wastes.” Lup explained. “The ones Magnus went after.”

“Oh.” Taako’s face fell. He remembered them. A friend of theirs, Magnus, had gone looking for Wonderland a few years earlier, about the time the war had started. He hadn’t come back, leading most everyone to assume he was dead. Lup and Taako had never given up hope though. Someone like Magnus couldn’t just have died....He couldn’t have.

“Anyway, be careful.” Lup said. “And if you see that wizard again, get some.” Taako rolled his eyes and left with a small smile. He made his way through the streets, careful not to run into the soldiers he’d met before. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight. Unfortunately, someone else was waiting for him when he returned to the bakery. He entered, locking the door behind him before going to package the other pastries. Suddenly he heard the door open.

“Sorry, we’re closed.” He said, turning to face his visitors. It was a man and a woman, maybe a little older than Taako himself, dressed in black clothing that almost looked oily and malleable. Their skin was a sickly green, as if a contagion flowed through their veins. They had obviously been elves at one point, judging from their ears and level of beauty, but Taako wasn’t entirely sure what they were now.

“What a cute little bakery.” The woman said to her companion, as though Taako wasn’t even there. “It’s so quaint and homely~”

“Just the kind of place Keetz would like.” The man replied.

“What a cute little elf.” The woman glided over, inclining Taako’s face towards hers with one hand. Taako immediately recoiled.

“We’re closed.” He said again. “You guys gotta leave.”

“So unfriendly.” The man said. “Where’s all that charm you showed Keetz? Or are we not your type?”

“Look, I don’t know who Keetz is, but I really need to close up shop.” Taako snapped, feeling his cheeks redden. “So if y’all would just move along that would be great.”

“He’s so rude.” The woman turned to her companion. “What do you think we should do about that?” Her tone of voice scared Taako a little bit, and he was struck with the feeling that he had just angered some people he really shouldn’t have.

“.....You’re the Witches of Wonderland, aren’t you?” He asked in a low voice.

“Oooh! He’s clever!” The man said.

“My name is Lydia!” The woman announced. “And this is my brother Edward.” Lydia and Edward. The people who had taken one of his best friends from him. Taako’s hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Well....” Lydia tapped one shapely finger on her chin. “There are so many things we could take from you.”

“Your ability to cook, to speak, your memories of those you love.” Edward listed the things off on his fingers. “But I think the best thing to take would be...”

“Your beauty.” Lydia finished. “Elves are known for beauty, aren’t they? Taking that away from you would be, well it would be quite awful, wouldn’t it?” Before Taako could answer, the siblings seemed to pass through him. He felt cold as they phased through his body, every hair standing up. Then the twins were at the door.

“Bye bye little elf.” Edward said.

“And do give our regards to Keetz when you see him.” Lydia blew him a kiss. They slipped out the door and were gone. Taako stood where he was for a few minutes, trying to calm himself down. His heart pounded against his chest, and for a moment he thought it might pound out of his chest. Finally he managed to get himself under control and went up to his room to check out the damage. Taako didn’t consider himself to be a vain person, who did, but being an elf came with certain...y’know...standards. Elves were hella judgemental, and even looking plain was considered to be taboo. Appearances were practically everything to elves and those...those bastards knew it! Taako glowered at his reflection on the mirror. His lips were far less plump, his skin not as soft, his hair limper and less fluffy. Even his ears were droopy. He groaned, falling onto the bed facefirst. Okay, well, it looked like he was going to be seeing Kravitz after all. He was now cursed, he could feel it crawling all over his skin, and if anyone could break it, it was Kravitz.

“Bro? You still up?” He heard Lup enter the bakery downstairs. “I’m assuming the answer’s yes because the lights are still on.”

“I’m upstairs!” He yelled. There was a click as the lights were turned off and Lup ascended the stairs up to Taako’s room.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, opening the door.

“Yes.”

“What is it?” She immediately ran to his side, rolling him over. She frowned when she saw his face and pulled back for a moment.

“The Witches of Wonderland came in here.” Taako said. “I’m cursed now, Lulu.”

“Don’t call me that.” She said, almost out of habit. “What are we gonna do about this?”

“What do you think I’m gonna do?” Taako asked. “I’m gonna go find Kravitz.” Lup blinked and nodded slowly.

“Okay. Yeah. I guess that’s a good idea.” She said. “It is a little dangerous though. You could run into the Witches again. What were they like anyway?”

“They seemed kinda like they were going for the creepy twin thing, maybe trying a little too hard.” Taako waved a hand a tad dismissively. “They were pretty fucking weird, y’know?”

“I would expect nothing less.” Lup nodded appreciatively. “We could totally out-twin them though.”

“Totally.” Taako yawned. “I’m...I’m gonna go to bed now. Gotta be up early tomorrow to find Krav’s castle.”

“Okay.” Lup got up. “Remember, be safe. I want you to come back, eventually.” Taako nodded and curled up in a ball to sleep.

The next morning, Taako packed a little rucksack with food, some clothes, and a spare wand. He put on his travelling clothes, which were by far the plainest thing he owned, and his travelling hat. He refused to look in a mirror, not wanting to see himself again. As he was leaving, Lup pressed her umbrastaff into his hands.

“Take it.” She said. “You’re gonna need it more than me.”

“Thanks.” He hooked the staff in the crook of his arm. “Well....This is it.” Lup put her hands on Taako’s shoulders, looking very serious.

“You find that guy and you climb him like a tree.”

“Curse first.” Taako said. “Then I’ll get some.”

“Right. Of course.” She opened the door for him. He took a deep breath and set out. He kept his head down, his hat pulled low over his face. No one looked his way because of all the soldiers and parades around. No one cared about a single elf making his way through the streets. It took him the entire day to get out of the city, which left him far too much time to think about what he was doing. Part of him was excited to finally be going out and going on an adventure, while another part was absolutely terrified. He was going after a wizard who supposedly ate people’s hearts after being cursed by some of the most dangerous witches this side of the country.

“I’m too delicate for this.” He said to himself as he reached the edge of the town. Once he got there he hitched a ride on a wagon that could take him into the Wastes.

“You want to go into the Wastes?” The smaller of the two women asked. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“He probably has his reasons, Hurley.” The taller woman said. “Although I agree, it’s a bad idea.”

“I’m just looking for a friend of mine.” Taako said, trying his best to act cool.

“You’re crazy for wanting to go out there right now.” The taller woman shook her head. “The Witches just came by the other day. You do not want to run into them.”

“Sloane! You’re gonna scare him!” Hurley shoved her girlfriend gently.

“Look, I’ll give you 100 gold pieces to take me to the Wastes.” Taako held out a bag of money. “Please, I need to find him.” Sloane and Hurley exchanged a look, their brows furrowed. Finally, they gestured for him to get on the cart. He sat in the back, right behind most of the hay. It was a pretty bumpy ride, which was more than a little uncomfortable, but he had to get to Kravitz no matter what. Not only to break his curse, but to find out what happened to Magnus.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hurley asked when they got to their destination.

“We can still take you back to town.” Sloane said.

“Thanks, but this is something I have to do.” Taako said. Then he got his bags and set off into the wilderness. Sloane and Hurley watched him go before unloading their shipment and heading back to the city. The going in the Wastes was tough. The terrain was rocky and steep, and Taako was not made for hiking. He needed a walking stick or something. Grumbling to himself, he looked around for a long stick to use. He saw one sticking out of a bush to the side of the road.

“Perfect!” He ran over and started pulling. At first, the stick wouldn’t budge. It was in there pretty tightly. Taako stood back, breathing heavily. Okay. This was going to require a little more effort. He spat on his hands, rubbed them together, then jumped onto the stick. Taako hit the ground and the stick careened out of the bush, going flying.  As it turned out, the stick wasn’t a stick at all, but the base of a scarecrow. The scarecrow was big, taller than Taako and much broader. It was wooden, looking a little like the store mannequins in town. It wore a white cape and had a scar where its left eye would have been.

“Hey there big guy.” Taako laughed a little. “What were you doing in there?” The scarecrow just jumped up and down, acting like it was rather excited to see him. So it was a magic scarecrow. It reminded him a little bit of Magnus, honestly.

“Hey, you think you could help me find Kravitz’s castle?” He asked. “I kinda need to find that guy. Bounce once for yes, two for no.” The scarecrow bounced once, then started bouncing away. Taako scrambled up and followed as best he could. The scarecrow hopped pretty fast, obviously eager to help.

“Slow down, big guy!” Taako yelled. “My legs aren’t as long as yours!” The scarecrow stopped and turned, hopping in place until Taako caught up then hopping away again. This pattern continued until they entered a dense fog. That was when the scarecrow stopped. He hopped in place, Taako standing beside him.

“What’re we waiting for?” He stage whispered. The scarecrow hopped, almost seeming to point deeper into the fog. Taako strained his eyes, managing to make out an outline in the fog. Soon though he didn’t have to squint. A hulking shape lunged out of the fog. It was a large building held up on four mechanical legs. It wasn’t so much a castle as something that a child might have cobbled together with various parts of other different buildings. Taako’s heart began to pound. This was it. The castle stopped right in front of him, the door inches from him. The scarecrow motioned to it.

“I guess this is it.” Taako looked back at the scarecrow. “Thanks for everything, buddy. Hope I’ll be seeing you again.” Then he opened the door and went inside. The room he entered was dimly lit by a fire burning in an ornate fireplace. Books and magical artifacts were crammed into every single possible shelf, but the room was surprisingly neat and clean. Taako looked around, checking every possible nook and cranny for someone else. Once he was sure he was alone, he sat down in front of the fire, completely worn out.

“Who are you?” A woman’s voice came from somewhere Taako couldn’t quite place. Then he looked at the fire before him. A woman’s face flickered in the flames.

“Oh. Hey.” Taako blinked and looked down at the fire. “Name’s Taako Taaco. Who’re you?”

“I’m Raven.” The fire said. “I’m a demon. And you have a nasty curse on you. You come here to get Kravitz to take it off ya?” She seemed rather smug. It probably wasn’t the first time someone had come to the castle hoping to get a spell removed.

“Yep.” There was no use in lying to her.

“Okay.” Raven grinned. “Well, I’ll put in a good word for you. But in exchange, you have to help me sort out the curse that’s on Kravitz and I.” Taako frowned. Kravitz had a curse on him? And this lady, or demon, wanted him to fix it?

“How am I supposed to do that?” He asked.

“You’ve got a lot of magical power, kid.” Raven said shrugging her nonexistent shoulders. “I have no doubt that you can do it. Now, you should get some sleep now. I’m sure you’ve had a long day and you need a break. You can talk to Kravitz in the morning.”

“Mm.” Taako was already dozing off. As he slipped off into sleep, he wondered whether or not Kravitz would be excited to see him again. He was certainly looking forward to their meeting.