#drow writing

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I want to write more of my drow’s story and post it but I don’t know what scene to write ughhhhh. I literally only have two scenes written and they’re sort of out of order. And only one I like sharing (the other one is good but I need to edit it so it’s great).

Anyways if I write stuff should I upload it here??

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Just so you know your story Male Drow (Dark Elf Vevmis) x Human! Female Reader is one I can’t get enough of. Not many people seem to write about drow and the way you wrote Vevmis is compelling. It’s believable and not the same drizzt copy, you can tell Vevmis is liking the new found freedom and companion (someone who for once won’t stab him when his back is turned) I love how protective he gets of her at the end too! 🤗

Thank you, I like him too!

I do like Drizzt too, but I wanted to write a more carefree character who has been formed into the 'idealistic soldier' for drow standards and knew I didn't want him to be fitting the mold.

Vevmis was fun to write because I knew how I wanted his character to be: laid back but still having the 'kill first, ask questions later' mentality of his kind😂I knew I had to add him showing affection through protecting his lover too.

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Male Drow (Dark Elf Vevmis) x Human! Female Reader Part 5 (FINALE)

The final chapter to The Underestimated, so I hope you’ve enjoyed this five-part series. - Stay safe guys -

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

The Underestimated Part 5 (FINALE)

Of the high shadows and prowling outlines, you acknowledged them as your demons and mistakes; even when you were locked away in slumber.

The seclusion swarmed you, it was just as cold and sharp as you had remembered it being; more so bitter than a fever.

The people: the people you saw, of the distressed faces of your mother and father, opposing of your wants and desires for medicine and to become a doctor, the subtle words of those who said you could never do what you dreamt of craving; their words wanting you to give up.

You were belittled, laughed at, told to give in and try something different, all while telling yourself one day, you would prove them wrong. 

Maybe even in the eternal slumber between the states of existing and drowning, you could not even prove yourself anything, nor them.

You couldn’t remember much: the scuffle with the group of Drow, the pain you felt that had numbed in your flesh, Vevmis-- oh, Vevmis, was he okay? Alive even?

You didn't want to believe it, never in a thousand years, but you accepted that his kind hadn’t been so merciful with sparing his life. The darkness, was this what all Drow saw in the Underdark?

When you had to open your eyes, the reality was dim and sullen, the sky was overcast and drab, with the sound of rain flooding through, dropping down in buckets around you.

You could hear it properly: the sound of the drops hitting the roof of something with such force, smashing down like a wave over cliffs below.

You keened softly, shifting, your bones creaked with the make-shift bed that you laid on, where you felt the dull ache reside in your ribs, your head tender from how you had fallen.

There was a sound that vibrated beside you when you registered it, not realising someone was there, talking you through something thoroughly.

Standing before you was a high elf that had been described many times before in the books you had read: of knights who were bold and brave - he looked to be one with his rich gold-green mail; a bleeding star sigil in the breastplate.

He was towering like all the other elves except he was pale in complexion compared to Vevmis: pale-silver hair that came past his waist, braided back, it fell beautifully past his shoulders with little movement when he moved. He radiated the pride his kind held grandly; with his appearance made him look like royalty.

With a hard disdainful look; his eyebrows raised to you when you saw his features, his eyes carefully: one eye was as fair as spring growth, whilst the other had a long fading scar that reached just above his eyebrow arch and down the middle of the lid - the pupil the hue of dull clouded moss.

You watched his mouth move open and close, his eyes scrutinising you when you didn’t answer but rather gape. When you came around to it, you blinked owlishly. “What?-”

“Common? Do you speak Common?” He asked impatiently.

“I-Yes. I do.” You found your voice again, the hoarseness resided in the back of your throat and when you moved your tongue, it ached with the pain of veiled swelling. Your fragile hand came to touch at your throat waveringly rubbing it.

The high elf sighed beside you, bringing forth a cup from his grip, holding the back of your neck so you had no other choice but to take down the liquid, the cup coming to your lips. “Drink, it’ll help your head.”

“What- I-” You choked nearly between swallowing and talking, your words muffled as you took down the earthy mixture; as syrupy as marsh water.

You nearly gagged but took it down, squeezing your eyes tight as you drank it down with too much force, finally having it removed from you as you wiped your mouth from the slop. There was a consistent feeling in the back of your mind, driving you to speak the one thing you had been worrying you since you had come around.

“Vevmis-- where is Vevmis?”

“The Drow?” He leered at the one word, his face wrinkled. “Probably fighting my men. Provoking them of some kind.”

Your heart sank like lead in a river, dropping to the bottom, your eyes glaring back at the high elf once more for little regard. He sensed your disdain for his mockery, stepping away but keeping his posture stiff as bark.

“I’ll go get him. I’m sure he’ll be most eased to see you awake.”

“Yes, uh, thanks-“

“Fenrith.” He coolly replied, leaving with not much else to say, leaving you surrounded by the deafening sounds of the weeping sky. You listened to the best of your abilities, hearing nothing but the rain pour heavy through the tent you were in, the only body surrounded by hundreds of empty ones.

A lost soul. You lamented. Perhaps that is what I have been in this life, nothing more than a nuisance. Your head was pounding, thrumming like a constant drum who’s percussionist is consistent in the rhythm and pace. A pair of shuffling feet heavy and chaotic could’ve sounded similar to the heavy rain falling around you, but your eyes had known well enough that the footsteps belonged to someone important. 

The smell of rainwater strung up your nose when you heard the smallest of exhales released, a cold damp hand brought you out of your misery with a startle when it touched the knuckle of your hand.

Your name was spoken so soft you had mistaken a spirit to of been present at your bed instead of the Drow. Vevmis’ presence was dishevelled and unkempt, the rain had soaked his silver hair to look nearly greying in the dim light, his amethyst eyes so sharp and clear. “Vevmis.” You croaked, trying your best to shift to reach for him.

He noticed and with some tentativeness and wariness, came to the side of your bed and kneeled, his shaking hand came to hold at your head carefully, his eyes glistening with opaque drops that looked like rainfall. “I’m here.” His voice was gravelly as if he had been caught mid-screech and was trying to cool down. 

“I—what happened?”

“A camp came through, just before we were to both be executed. A Band of the Faith regimented by whatever high lord ruled that area came and slaughtered them, putting each one of them to the sword, sweeping through them like butter.”

You were a loss for words, astonished. “They spared you though.” 

“Hardly,” Vevmis had laughed humourlessly, his wine-red eyes flickering, “I knocked one of their teeth in when I had the chance to, another I broke their arm.” You chortled dryly, knowing that Vevmis would do such a thing. “they dragged me chained and bolted to the end of a horse, where we ended here in their camp. That was almost—” his light eyebrows scrunched in awareness, “that was almost three days past.”

You were left wordless, thinking about everything to yourself silently, the pressure of his hand on yours a soothing reassurance to bring you back to reality. “But I promised myself that as soon as you would wake up, I would get you out of here, no matter how.” There was a brittleness to his word as if the promise to you was everything you needed, but he knew more to the end of the story, a few pages ahead.

“You… wanted me to get back to my village, didn’t you?” You questioned softly. The Drow’s’s face fell downcast, full of emotion compared to when he had never once shown it anything to you but callousness in the beginning. “Vevmis, you know I cannot leave you.”

“But you could, and that is for certain. You could go and live and die in your quaint little village and live a wonderful life, with a husband and child, but what about me?” His irritation was not hot nor full of rage. It was him having to grasp at this being his only choice. “No matter where I go, my sister’s wraith will see to have me miserable in this life and beyond. No matter where I go, I shall never be welcomed.” 

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes at his words, the Drow hadn’t raised his voice nor show any tears. But he had shown you that there was a growing part of humanity he had that you had shown him and he had grown to accept one human. “You wish to become a doctor, but you will wish to become one in your village.”

“How so?”

“It has been your want, and you have that want to help people.” Vevmis accepted. “I cannot be happy anywhere.”

“I have a want- yes, but I also have learnt much more along this journey with someone who I did not believe would accept me.” You began. “There has been so much we have gone through and I will not stand to just have one person happy, Vevmis. I will not stand with it.”

He squinted his eyes quizzically to your words. “What do you mean, pet?”

You smiled at the nickname he had given you once, one that had the connotations to something sour and awful, but now, that little word had become something so much sweeter. “What do you dream of, Vevmis? The arrival of spring? Eternal wealth? To live on a farm in the middle of nowhere and live the rest of your days as a farmer?”

He had smiled at them all, but he had not said yes to any. “I could see spring every year and not miss it. Wealth only makes you happy for a short time, but not for forever. And to live on a farm spreading cow shit? Now, perhaps that would be your dream. I like no animals.”

He had cradled your face in his fingers, stroking the flesh there. “No, one thing would make me happy, and that would be to be beside you and live out the rest of our days in contentment.”

A soft groan had come from the pitched bed and the soreness of your bones and body when you had tried to sit up, Vevmis was hesitant in letting you when he helped you to the end. You had collected the strands of his moonglow hair, a small smile on your face when you had spoken.

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

-

The glare had been bright but heartening, it soft glows came in through the gaps of the sheltered interior, with the smell of buckwheat and hay strong in the air. Maybe a long time ago, Vevmis would never have believed he would’ve liked the long days of the summer, but he had grown to like many things. 

His dirk had been shining and pure, the cool smooth silver-blue stone had been clasped in his hand when he sharpened the silver blade over and over again; his own state of euphoria and tranquillity that had lulled him into a dream of hope.

He couldn’t have lied if he said he didn’t like the smell of nature around him, the constant essence of being outside, with crops flourishing in an everlasting heat that grew throughout the day and never ended in the nights.

Through the afternoons when the sun was not so high, he found serenity through meditating, controlling his breathing and going into a state of silence, breathing in the past and exhaling the future. This, he found was the most peaceful thing about his days, resting and keeping out of the sun and seeking shelter for a state of serene. 

He had been known he was being watched when a small sneaky snap of hay came from metres behind him, the noise that made Vevmis’ ears prick upwards immediately, a small smile gracing his features, pretending to remain oblivious.

The steadiness made Vevmis count in-between the waits, his breathing stilling as he awaited the strike, the moment for all to go stale and cold- “Gotcha!” 

A squeal came when he had been as quick as a deer, he swiftly grabbed the culprit and raised them high above his head, the joyous sound of laughter filling the sweet air. The Drow lowered the small one down, his wine-coloured eyes assessing with false discipline. “You almost had me there.”

“Almost,” Vevmis had looked over the little one with curls of silver-white just as bright as his, dusky skin with freckles along the skin, bright eyes that no Drow had before. “but I’m becoming quick.”

“I could hear you as soon as you were by the door, Rayelle.” Vevmis grinned, his white teeth gleaming. “But you’ll get there.” He was swift to once again lift the little girl up and swing he around and about, her joyous giggles and squeals echoing through the barn. “Again, papa!”

“No, we must get inside before mama has a go at the both of us.” He said, before finally putting his daughter over his shoulders, her small dusty feet dangling just below his neck. “You’re not wearing shoes, pet.”

“No,” Rayelle grinned from ear to ear, holding her father’s silver hair in her round fingers, “mama told me to get you.”

“Ah, so you thought you could test your stealth on me?”

“Uh-huh!” She beamed, pulling at his long ears.

“Hmm, you will have to remember them for next time. It is dangerous not to have them out.” Vevmis hummed as he sheathed his dirk into its holster, knowing that his daughter’s eyes were on the blade when he put it away. “When will I get a sword, papa?”

“When you’re older.”

“But I am older than I was today.”

“When you’re older than you already are tomorrow.”

“Aww.” Vevmis knew she had been pouting, so he compromised. “You can have a pony or another goat. I know your mother would like another one of both.”

“I don’t want a pony.” Rayelle thought for a moment, giggling to herself as she blurted. “I want a dragon!”

“A dragon huh?” Vevmis chuckled warmly. “They smell and always burn things. They would be irritating.”

“But I’d get to fly! Like now!” Rayelle brought her arms out to both sides, swaying side to side as she screeched and roared. “I am Zirenth the Old!”

Vevmis rolled his eyes playfully, pretending to sway with her when she rocked side to side. “Come now, young dragon. Before mama dragon calls for us.”

The two had wandered through the long tall grass, watching over the endless sunset that was beginning to fall slowly across the horizon, a sea of trees below in the distance. Vevmis wondered had he hadn't gone with you and lived this life of solitude, what would his life be like now? 

They entered through the back of the small home, the soft humming drawing Vevmis to the kitchen as he lowered Rayelle off his shoulders. The small home you had made five years ago had been filled with old scrolls of sepia and tubes full of crushed medicines and herbs, the constant smell of sage and mint burning in the air; a healer you had become and a good one too.

“You two back in?” You called. “Mama! I’m a dragon!” Rayelle pretended to breath fire when you came through to peer at the two, needle and thread you had put down as you picked your daughter up.

“Oh, and what a mighty one you are!” You exclaimed brightly, Vevmis watching from the side as he took in your matured features of the new wrinkles you had picked up and small fine silver-grey wisps growing through your roots. You had still looked beautiful in his eyes, no matter how much you had aged within the last few years.

Your eyes had been on him when he had looked to him, the glint that he had know a long time ago, bright and bold still. “But I see another one not too far. He is rather old too.”

He had chortled dryly at that as he neared to you, running his hands over your hips and along your waist. “My little family of dragons. Bold and daring, my two girls.”

You leant over to kiss Vevmis’ lips, earning an exaggerated “eww, that’s gross!” from Rayelle, before lowering her down. “Come now you two, dinner is ready. And this dragon wants to eat everything before it is consumed!”

Rayelle joined you with a linked hand as Vevmis joined behind, smiling broadly at the life he had made.

Maybe his luck wasn’t so thin.

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Male Drow (Dark Elf Vevmis) x Human! Female Reader Part 4 [Slight NSFW]

This was supposed to of been posted ages ago, but here we are! - Stay safe guys! -

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5

The Underestimated Part 4

Vevmis had been the first to awaken after a long rest, found buddled up next to you in the coldness of the barn. Still, in contrast to how the temperature had dropped within the night, he had managed to sleep shirtless, the feel of hot against cold helped him get a decent sleep.

You were still sleeping, he noted, and he didn't mind one bit you were using him as a pillow, cradled like a babe as if trying to shield yourself away from the world. Yes, oddly, he would do so for you, the human who had snuck their way into his heart.

He kissed at your hairline carefully before standing to gather his clothes. It would be now to wake you up and get a move on, but seeing the sight of you sleeping wanted him to enjoy seeing this for a little bit longer whilst he prepared.

Swift and quick as a deer, he moved with the agility that was needed when he used to be part of a group, raiding through the twilight of the countryside, on the side of the Woods Where No Men Lurk. He had it engrained in his mind like farmers controlling cattle, something he would never truly forget.

He was nimble in buttoning up his clothes and tuck them into his pants, carefully and quietly watching you whilst you slept. It was peaceful, more so better compared to life in the Underdark; everything was chaos in the darkness.

He could actually for once appreciate the beauty of silence, the charm of being allowed peace, and thoughts to himself. He had wanted the freedom ever since he could pray to Lolth; the matron Mother of all. He had waited in the shadows, waiting for his turn to finally come to experience a thing called contentment.

You stirred in your sleep groggily, trying to grab at where he had been laying, your closed eyes scrunching as if having a bad dream. The very sight of you was forcing Vevmis not to go back to join you again.

Yet, my life has been given another reason, a reason to feel content. He thought the way your hair splayed out like a halo around your head, giving you the radiant look that he didn't think he would ever see.

He had been taught to hate the creatures and races above, that the only true beauty was that of his race and female drow: of drow women with obsidian midnight skin that burnt as fierce as their tempers. With hair white as milk.

But when, he had met you, and now that he could see the likeness in this true light, he had never seen anything more beautiful.

He set to leaving you for a moment, catching you briefly before he headed out the door, carefully shutting it to keep the cold out, and heading his way to be useful.

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Hot breath, heated kisses within batted beats. The thrum of beating hearts yearning for one another. You could feel him there, lying upon you and feasting over you like a starved man, naked the two of you as if had been reborn.

Begging, gasps, whimpers and moans, Vevmis laid upon the banquet as he nipped, sucked and licked at your flesh, bringing you to succumb to the wanted and growing heat growing between your legs.

You tried whispering out his name, it comes to you in a rasp, stuck in between your teeth and wanting to leave but not being able to. His spun-silver hair shone like falling silk, fraying around his head and hanging like a halo. All you could see were the darkened eyes, lustful eyes staring upon you with wanton that it made you truly believe you had lost your mind.

You bucked your hips desperately towards his, trying to get friction the closer his body and fingers moved lower down, and the rumble of a chuckle from his lips brought the chill of a winter's cold down your spine.

Long, slender fingers came to touch tenderly at your jawline, tracing as he stared down upon you.

"Be a good girl, and I'll reward you for your obedience."

You begged and gasped, wanting nothing more than to be good and get what you wanted, and the drow above you was more than pleased by your skill in staying still and obeying his words.

Like a pup learning to obey their master, you were loyal to him, and he had rewarded you when his fingers begun to crawl underneath the band of your trousers and underwear, crawling towards the heat between your legs as you waited for contact.

It never came.

You had truly opened your eyes and found yourself flustered and thankfully alone, your hair messed as you had tossed and turned in the hay, clothes unkempt as you fumbled to button them quickly.

Whether Vevmis had gone, you were glad he hadn't witnessed the rather realistic dream you had of him, and you were very sure that it was indeed real; it had been a while since you had touched yourself down there to remember how real and amazing it felt, but his touch and from previous times he had been above you, it had been melted and nestled into the depths of your mind.

Once dressed, you were smoothing your hair when the barn door swung open, a worn and tired Vevmis came running back inside, shortly shutting the door behind him when he entered.

His eyes landed and fell upon you, imagine you had been still asleep and he would've had to wake you, and you had found that you were staring back for the first time into amethyst eyes of fear.

And you had never seen Vevmis look so worried.

"Vevmis." You called to him, but he didn't reply, moving before you with such need, like a man given a task and mission; he was silently and roughly picking up his and your's scattered weapons, throwing them into bags of all sorts.

He came to you, grabbing your hands rougher than he had intended, hoisting you to your feet as he looked to your expression of confusion. "What in the name of the Seven happened?"

"We must leave. Now." His tone was clipped and abrupt as if trying to distract himself whilst he collected everything. "What? Why? What did you do?"

Vevmis looked at you, one that you had thought must've resembled a glare, but he had no time to look angry. "They're here. The ones hunting us, the rest of the drow. They've come to hunt for me, and most likely you. There was blood, human blood."

Your mind went to the siblings: were they aware of a possible attack? Were they alive? You didn't think you would ever be so worried for two strangers, but these strangers had given you a stay in their home and fed you. In your head, you had neglected from care for so long, you had almost forgotten what it had felt like to reciprocate it to another.

Vevmis had said human blood, and oh Gods, the image of two humans being innocently killed in cold blood made your blood run cold through your skin; leaving the afterbite bitter.

You were being grabbed at and dragged towards the entrance, Vevmis' words telling you something but you were now not paying attention. All you could think about now was how on earth you two were going to get out of there alive.

"The horses are in the stable through the back. They're 5 of them, roaming. We'll have to be quick, and quiet. Do you think you can do that?" He called for you, and your name, soothing your hair down as you found yourself nodding before you could understand what was happening.

"You have to say it, tell me you understand." Breathily he spoke to you.

"I understand." You swallowed numbly, taking a sword in your hand, and he took hold of the same dirk from his group, moving stealthily and quickly to open the door, you close behind him.

The ground was soft beneath your leather boots, the crunching of leaves brought your human ears to stay observant to your surroundings; quiet as a deer, prepared as you had to be in face of danger,

"Keep going, keep your eyes trained on anything." Vevmis' voice was a mere whisper in front of you, squat as he pursued in front. You looked to his slender back, the waterfall of silver locks pulled back into a ponytail; every picture of a drow you had once feared and hated, but now you had nothing but contradictory feelings for him.

The air was thick with fog and something thicker: mingled it melted in the air as your eyes lingered back to the barn you had been staying in, with a long trail of something connecting to the path around the back, where you had been introduced to the siblings; your heart dropping in knowing what could've happened to them; defenceless and unguarded in the dead of night.

The worst way to go really, in your bed asleep and the feeling of being protected. Gods, what world we live in? Your eyes looked away, the feeling of wanting to get back to your village was growing fonder in your heart, setting you to want to save them from the fate of the winter winds.

A snap came from somewhere to the far right behind you two, Vevmis quick to hear it first before you: dirk in hand he pivoted backwards startling you, whirling back and throwing the weapon in hand in what could've been with some negligence, but when it connected with something, the metal thunking and digging itself into the tissue of something, you knew it was intentionally.

"Run, now! Forget the horses! Go!" Vevmis grabbed at your hand, running with speed out of the opening as you two pushed yourself until your lungs burnt and legs ached with the need to stop. But this was your life that was on the lines.

A hooded man jumped into your view and path of freedom, arrow locked and knocked in place, pointing at the both of you as you came to a halt, more came into view.

They were all dressed in dark umber to deep purple leather, dressed in hoods with their faces obscure, with weapons of all sort on them, pointed and snarling they trapped the two of you.

"I need you to get out of here. For everything that we've seen and done, I need to know you get out more than I." Vevmis had his back towards you, glaring down the group with no intention of losing.

You, on the other hand, didn't believe he would go in risk his life for you. "You won't. Vevmis, don't do this."

"Lower your weapons, give yourselves up before things get bloody." A female voice spoke above the air, though it played with bitterness and way of hurting you, and you didn't want to risk defying her.

The dagger you held - Vevmis' dagger he let you borrow - felt loose in your grip, and as much as you wanted to keep going and defend yourself from them, five against two was still risky.

You sighed in a long exhale, the knife dropping to the ground by your feet with a clunky thud.

That was how you found yourself in a sticky situation, where an order was barked to the group, Vevmis stepping in knowing what they had said, but he was quickly hauled and pulled away from you by two, another grabbing at you and dragging you away from him, fighting to get out of their grip.

You were pulled to the floor, the mud pouring into your trousers as you stared up to the one coming closer towards you.

Before you, a woman emerged from the four of them that had grabbed at you, and you caught instantly their distinctions from most other races, their skin similar to Vevmis.

Her skin was obsidian black like the rest of them, large bloodstone eyes staring down into your very soul like a starved hound as she glared down upon you with disgust. Her long white hair was yellowed with age, braided long past her back. A curved dagger swung on the side of her hip, with a garnet ruby stone in the hilt.

From this light and angle, she could've been Vevmis' sister in the flesh reborn; ready for her revenge on you and the so-called runt of her family.

"That's the one," Her voice was a soft timbre, like melting honey pouring from the pot, but there was a deeper sinister tone to her tone that twisted her words, "the one who killed our priestess."

You felt their many eyes on you: all deep red and grisly eyes full of malice, burning into the back of your head. From the side, you could hear Vevmis struggling to get out of their grip, cursing them in their language with might that you might've considered as otherworldly.

Your name was blindly shouted over his, the thought that he could save you seemed to grow thinner and thinner with each second.

"If I must die, you promise me one thing, that these lands aren't scarred once over with your pillaging, nor will blood be spilt of the innocence."

The female drow above you smirked, bending down to your level, that same sinister look burning in her dark eyes. "I'm not going to promise you anything."

"Then it felt good knowing this. To know that bitch I killed died with fear in her eyes. It felt good killing her, to see her life leave her eyes when I sliced her throat-" There was a ferocity to the drow's punch she had thrown to you, landing you square across the face.

When you pulled back and recoiled, you could see drops fall to the heavy ground, painting the dirt red with your blood from your bleeding nose.

You could hear your name from Vevmis once more, beginning you to stop, being silenced and beaten into submission as you looked back to your captor. "Silence! I will smile happily over your rotting corpse once I'm done with you-- And you," her eyes landed back on Vevmis, "a drow who sided for this kind, the ill kind you seek with fondness. How pathetic - I will teach you the lesson myself- that whatever you shall love will die out of your grasp."

A rough hand came to the back of your neck, throwing your head into the land in the mud below, your body contorting as it crumpled to lay stiff, your arms pulled to the back of you as you were left holding.

"I will kill you if you dare even harm her!" Vevmis' voice dragged through the air behind you, but you were not able to see his facial expression. From his tone, you imagined it to be the fury that could burn this forest down.

"Truly I can see why your sister never had a warm spot for you in her heart." The drow female mocked, a boot came into the air and kicked you hard in the side of the ribs, and your voice fell high in the air as you screeched, wanting to curl up but found it merely impossible to do so.

This continued until the kicking grew so frequent that your skin and bones grew numb and dull, your skin burning as it felt flamed. The need to pass out was making you want to shut your eyes, to get away from it all, but you needed to stay awake; to know that Vevmis kept safe.

"Please," You hadn't heard Vevmis beg once since you had met him, his voice so low it sounded as if he was almost crying, begging beyond now just your survival but to see you alive through this ordeal, "I'm begging you."

Your eyes fluttered in and out of consciousness, listening so closely that you could almost hear the faint river close by; the thunderous movement of its path it took that sounded to be drawing closer and closer to you.

Everything hushed around you, those silencing as they too, listened in. It grew and grew, louder and louder its voice grew in anger, until finally -

The sound was deafening, the sound of colliding of metal against metal; a piercing roar of a wave that rose over everything, the crash that washed and swept everything away, and following the silence that came after, as your eyes fluttered shut before you could face the aftermath.

-

Part 5 will be the final part, so be sure to keep an eye out for that!

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Male Drow (Dark Elf Vevmis) x Human! Female Reader Part 3

Warnings for mild language. Vevmis is not so good when it comes to other humans.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5

Warning: mild language and threats

The Underestimated Part 3

The spiders dangled around the size of hounds in his dreams, watching with their many eyes in the void of their home.

Their home - his once - had been for his brothers, the blade for the morning shadow, he had fought with him for carnage, but now he was a traitor, stood beneath them with their fangs sharpened.

He was supposed to be here in the afterlife - or what was an afterlife in the eyes of his kind - yet Vevmis knew it as one, purple light softly glowing through the cave as whatever lurked grew close.

His sister was there, his mother too, all in shapes of spides, and the people he had known his long life too, some in the forms of arachnids and driders; some who had judged and betrayed him just as much as he had too.

His family and his blade stood before him in a circle, blades sharpened with the crimson crescent in the hilt. He had on their armour in shame and now dwelled where the light races did.

They did not speak to another nor to him, but the judgement was clear in their eyes at the way they looked down upon him. He was never like one of them; their black sclera and red eyes were one of the main reasons in contrast.

He was just surviving, surviving for all his life with the people who he didn't even feel pride for. His blood - informers to one another - were no different from him.

Before him, the circle tightened, and he stood in their trial, awaiting their verdict. The ground dampened like water soaking through the soils, Vevmis could feel the black water seep into his bare skin, the ground shaking with every step of something.

Before him, the drider goddess stood in all her grandeur, the Mother herself of destruction and the presage of chaos, she crawled her way through to stand before him, eyes glowing with rubies attached above her many eyes.

"They speak of your verdict, Vevmis, son of Orgolldiirn. Your fate has been already sealed."

He had awoken to pain in his stomach and rainwater dripping in his eyes, he had scrambled and crawled away to hide and throw everything up in his stomach into the dirt; nothing but clear bile being there but the pain had disappeared.

His skin was raw and senseless, the cold of the outside was something he would be used to, but he and his companion had run out of coin easily and meant it was more difficult to find places above inns to stay in.

His obsidian skin was sweating as he fanned himself, coming back to the area they had been sleeping in, the fires numbingly bitter now that they were dimmed out.

From this angle, Vevmis could see you, sleeping soundly with no noise coming from you. He was lucky he had been trained in the art of stealth and you hadn't been awoken to him throwing up everywhere.

No, he didn't want to seem weak in front of you, that had happened already, and never again.

He had been exposed back then, and he didn't like that one bit, and Vevmis was always for himself and no-one else.

He ran his shaking hands through his silver tresses, wet from droplets but not enough to soak him to the bone. His dreams were vivid, and although elves of both dark and light in counterpart didn't exactly sleep the same way as humans did, he was certain that what he had had was more of a nightmare.

He couldn't stir away from the feeling of being watched, even now when he closed his eyes. It felt everyone was to be against him more so than they already were.

And now, he wasn't alone, he couldn't just run away and not think of it, he was with another mind and body, someone who thought just as much for survival as he did.

Vevmis watched you more and more, watching the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took; tenderly reminding him of what it felt like to be at peace with oneself.

He was seemingly fascinated by your wit and ways of surviving - although, he had been better - and never once did he think that someone like you could make him feel weak.

It was better than a feeling of being weak in front of an enemy. Vevmis had thought so when he had met you when you had saved him and took him into an odd place and part of a land that wouldn't accept him.

He was certain you were insane, but he knew that something about you was not drawing him away, but closer.

He admired you, he admitted to himself, and although he was familiar with the females of his kind, he had certainly not been familiar with humans before.

He had been told since a youngling by crone mothers and high priests of how bad humans were up top, how wild and animalistic they were, unaware of their presence's, he had been taught as a soldier, as a warrior, to kill and not question anything around him.

You stirred momentarily in your sleep, lying facing him and with such a peaceful look on your face. He had seen that face look at him with disgust, then tolerance, then... could it be understanding?

He poked at the fires once more, heat coming to life as he watched the flames. Tomorrow they would keep onwards until they would be near to your settlement, and after months of being on the run, travelling and hiding, living in not knowing they would make another day, you would be home, but Vevmis wouldn't.

He told himself to go back to sleep, crawling closer to you and stroking a stray lock behind your ear. He relaxed at your heat, warmer and in many ways, warmer in regards others unlike himself.

Had his sister seen him now, she would've killed him for acting so soft.

But she was dead, and he wasn't. And now he could close his eyes, getting comfortable as he pulled you taut to his chest, enjoying how it felt to be in another's arms and be wanted. He kissed at your hairline one final time before a euphoric state overtook him.

Yes, he could slacken, and dream of anything but blackness.

You had been roused before he had, the rays of sunshine mixed with the muskiness of the rain had brought you to open your eyes, taking in your lighter surroundings.

Vevmis was asleep as usual, curled around you as you laid with your back pressed into him. You were careful to untangle yourself from him, slowly getting up and readying the horses you had stolen a few moons ago.

You needed food, and the nearest inn had been full of humans, but you were in hopes of hiding Vevmis in with a disguise.

Speaking of the dark elf, the two of you hadn't spoken of what had happened the time at the inn, and from the memories, you had of it, the areas he had his hands, it was all so much to not ignore.

There was a fire that hadn't been there before that had been kindled now within your core, and you were unsure (perhaps even terrified) to speak with Vevmis about it.

He spoke so lewd that day like he had ownership of you more than like a slave like you were his.

A coarse cough brought you to turn around to see said dark elf undressing right in front of you, with already unbuttoning his tunic to reveal his muscled torso to you.

You were very clearly aware of what was going on, but your eyes quickly averted to not look his way.

"Do I need to question why you're stripping?" You blurted, shielding your eyes elsewhere.

"There is a creak not too far from here, I'm sure you would prefer me not smelling like horse dung and more so like wildflowers." The dark elf grinned, his teeth stark white in comparison to his beautiful obsidian skin.

"Yes, the creak is not far, but I'm sure no trappers would want to see a dark elf roaming around nude in the early hours of the day!"

Vevmis rolled his eyes, "Let them gawk, there's nothing to hide, you've seen it all pet."

You were next to roll your eyes, an apparent shade of a deep blush reddening on your cheeks. "Yes–n-no– that's beside the point! Cover up!"

Vevmis flexed deliberately your way, making you to fully turn away from him when you heard the sound of buckles being unfastened and the sound of trousers being taken off.

"Vevmis, go now before someone sees you... or us." You directed.

You were alarmed at the feeling of two arms snake around your waist, being pulled flush into the broad and bare chest of the drow. "But I enjoy you being in my arms." He purred in your ear.

This is how it went, he flirted and flirted and nothing else would come of it, and it was deeply frustrating you more and more. It was if he was trying to get a reaction out of you.

Your head whipped back to face him. "I want you to go."

He gawked you when you turned back to him, lavender eyes blown completely wide for you to see how big his pupils were. Just him staring back at you was too intense.

You had to take a cautious step back from him, wary of what he would do next. "Okay pet, for your sake." He settled, moving past you to get down to where the creak was, leaving you to yourself.

You had to pull your eyes away when you looked down to see his bare behind.

You waited for his return and when he did come back was when the two of you set off. It was a bumpy ride at first, with nothing but one saddle and you riding and Vevmis close into your backside for the journey.

You were sure you would get saddle sore after a couple of minutes, the wind blowing and dancing around you, picking up strays of your messy hair and blowing it around you.

"You're slowing down. Must we take a rest or are you deciding on dropping us in a human territory again?" Vevmis questioned from closely in your ear.

"You know it will be bad for us if we do. But it seems it is the best thing to do. We have hardly any money to afford for a bed let alone money for food, we'll starve by tomorrow."

Some silence settled upon the two of you as you rode. You considered it would be good to not hear from the dark elf, but as the trees widened and something came into view, did Vevmis speak up once more.

"Up there." He pointed with his right, catching your eye to the first thing of smoke, lots of it swelling and coming out in large amounts. You saw a cot on the top of a morose hill, with small lands full of sheep and goats, a land full of flat grass and pale clouds in the sky.

"Think we could get somewhere to stay there?" You doubted first, manoeuvring the horse to go up the hill. The road was rough and bumpy but it managed to get you to the back of the cot, small yet homely.

You stationed yourself not too far to the doors, shielding Vevmis away from anyone who could come out and walk outside. "You stay here, don't create any noise."

"And what about you? You're practically trespassing." The dark elf scoffed, throwing over his hood to over part of his silver locks.

"Rich coming from you, Vevmis, but I think it would be best hearing from a human than an elf. Especially of one who hails from the Underdark."

"I won't be too long, the barn is somewhere I can get you to stay whilst I gather some food and then we'll be gone by the morrow."

"You're gonna kill them?" He grinned toothily, glimpsing towards the entry. "Or are they going to kill us in our sleep?"

"We'll have to see, the point is that you need to keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your tongue." You retorted.

Vevmis clicked his tongue. "Or my head."

You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I know what I'm doing-" You would've continued had you felt something press into the back of your neck, something cold and sharp made your words halt in your throat.

"Give me one bloody good reason why I don't slit your throat right now?" A rough voice came from behind you, one that sounded so dangerously close to your ear, it made your mind go through a fight or flight response.

You were pressed into the back of someone's chest, the blade being moved from behind to the base of your jugular, your eyes landing on Vevmis as he had already grabbed a weapon, eyes narrowed into slits.

"What you doing travelling with a drow? A devil below grounds?" The disembodied voice gruffly spoke, pulling you back with a harsher grip.

The tense atmosphere was interrupted by another voice coming

"Wren! What in the name of the seven are you doing?"

"Get back inside, right now, Raelle!"

You had turned your head to get a glimpse of the female not too far from you, a young woman of maybe twenty-and-two, with eyes as green as moss and hair faded than rusted copper.

"We're looking for somewhere to stay, we mean no harm." Your voice came out rougher than expected, aware of the very knife very close to cutting you open.

Your eyes darted to your right, glaring. "Vevmis put the knife down." Said dark elf already had a dirk in hand, glowering menacingly from his spot on the saddle.

"Like hell, and what will the drow do? Skin me alive?" The voice of Wren argued.

"Like skinning a hare, it'll be that easy." Countered Vevmis with a cold stare.

This isn't helping our situation. You thought, the blade sticking deeper into your neck until you were certain it would break the skin.

"Let her go, Wren." Came the red-haired female, glancing nervously back and forth between the three of you.

Time passed with a great time, but you felt the grip on you loosen, finally, the blade was moving away from your throat and you were shoved back to your horse, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder from behind.

You knew it was Vevmis, his voice softly asking if you were okay. The last thing you wanted was to say you weren't and watch the massacre unfold. It was easier to lie.

"Thank you... I appreciate your mercy." You spoke up to the two, looking over to them. Wren was similar in looks to Raelle, the same copper hair colour but was shorter and his eyes were the colour of jade.

Both of them had pale skin and freckles on their face and arms, but Raelle seemed to have more. You quickly knew they must've been related.

"My brother is most rowdy when it comes to... visitors. Please, you must be tired and of the need for rest. You are most welcome to stay the night."

"Raelle," Wren warned with a hot temper. You caught glimpse of the kitchen knife in his grip.

"It would be more appreciative if offered. My friend and I have been travelling for many days, and require medicine." You spoke up, ignoring the way your stomach fluttered when you glanced back to Vevmis - who already had his eyes on you.

"We have medicine here! We were just preparing for supper, you are welcome to join us, we have quite the lot to share." Raelle smiled a broad grin, a shy girl that tried to keep the peace in comparison to her brother.

Wren was the opposite and frowned more than smiled, and all for the right reasons, but didn't say much afterwards.

The meal was awkward when it was time to eat, and you did feel bad for the siblings, for you were certain the very sight of seeing you and Vevmis scarfing down the food around you make you look like starved beasts.

But the food was unbelievable. Roasted mutton, winter squash and pigeon pie, with a selection of hard and soft cheeses and biscuits, dried and fresh fruit that varied in colours and sizes. You were astonished to find so much food for the winter when food was scarce.

Vevmis was consuming food as his life depended on it, juices from the mutton trickling down his chin but he paid no mind to wipe it off. Raelle gave a nervous giggle at the sight, watching the way the two of you hoarded the food on your plates.

Vevmis eyed the suspicious colourful fruit beside the cheese board, and when Raelle gave him an eager smile of encouragement, holding it up. "Here, try some! The dried apricot is delicious!"

Vevmis eyed the fruit as if it was poisoned, "I have never had... fruit before."

"Just as I suspected." Commented sourly by Wren, who was sat opposite you had barely touched his food. Vevmis watched as you took a piece of an apricot, the drow following as his face scrunched at the taste.

You were aware of the tension in the air of their home, but you played the fool, smiling gullibly to Raelle's harsh nudge to get him to hold his tongue.

"Where were you two travelling to?" Raelle asked after the passing of time simmered.

"My village. It's a few days away, but we have been most unfortunate of the raids. Vevmis and I met on... odd arrangements." You began, meeting eyes with the drow as you quickly looked back to Raelle.

"Wow, I have never met a drow before." Raelle marvelled, eyes gleaming with wonder as she stared at Vevmis. "Do you all live in darkness?"

"With spiders big as cats, they crave for blood." Vevmis chewed on some bread as he spoke nonchalantly. It made you wonder was he putting an awkward effect on him to make him seem more like a savage or did he lack in social skills.

He has been able to speak with me, maybe it is just men who are the awkward one? You thought, ignoring the way Raelle nervously giggled. "Do tell me," She directed her question back to you, "have you seen them? The drow?"

A cough was caught in the back of your throat, and you would've smacked some sense into the girl for coming out with such questions in front of a drow, but you quietly directed the subject to be on something else.

"I have seen orcs. Now, they're certainly something."

"My brother is wanting to marry me off to the neighbour, a brute of an orc but he has good ties to people elsewhere. He is rather tall too." She rambled.

"I fucking hate orcs." Vevmis growled low in his throat, "They're messy, in fights and hygiene."

"I'm most surprised to hear that," smirked Wren, holding his glass, "I thought your kind would be similar, existing in squab."

You don't know who went first to lunge, but you didn't expect Vevmis to practically crawl his way over to your side of the table, the small table knife in hand, holding it threateningly to Wren's throat.

"Say that again, boy, and I'll gut you like a fish."

"Wren!" Yelled Raelle.

"Vevmis, drop him. Fuck sake, lower the knife." You hissed, gripping at the same arm holding the knife in Vevmis' grip. The drow looked back on you, his gaze softening, before he reluctantly loosened his hold, finally moving away to stand from the table and storm out.

You three sat in your chair,s no-one daring to speak nor move. "Excuse me, I must go to collect him." You apologised, throwing your napkin to the floor as you hurried out after the dark elf.

-

That could've gone better. You thought, the candlelight dimly failing to stay alight. Raelle had given you the barn to rest in for the night, but it wasn't exactly good for keeping the cold out; creeping inside where the flames keeping you warm were dying out.

You gazed out from the small cracked window, watching with no knowing what could be out there. It was dark so how could you see? You could only hope you would be able to get some sleep, even if it was for a few hours.

You had to gather Vevmis and persuade him to stay for a few more hours, promising him that you would leave straight before the sun rose. He was stubborn but he was able to listen.

Speaking of the dark elf, he was sat piled high around him with hay, sharpening his dagger with a stone that he found from outside, his words of 'using it on the pale boy in the morning'. You wanted to take his words as a joke.

"You know, glaring over there won't help our situation. We can barely go a few days without causing an uproar." You sighed.

Vevmis wasn't listening to your words, more so interested in his blade, which he didn't stop sharpening, the clicks of the metal causing something to irk inside your mind, something uncomfortable settling.

"Are you going to listen to me? I think it's sharp enough."

Still, he ignored you. You huffed, standing from your spot and marching your way to him. "Vevmis-"

"They want me dead." Were his words, a mere whisper.

You blinked back at his words, taken back as if you received a hard slap to the side of your face. "What? They might want you dead if you threaten them."

"I see them. My family, they're disappointed in me. They wish for my eventual demise." He confessed. "I won't be able to protect you."

You shuffled until you were sat next to him. "What do you mean? Where did you see them?"

"Why does it matter?" He scoffed. "I'll be dead either way. Killed by the humans up top or by my kind."

You listened carefully to his words, you could hear the pain in his words; he wanted to live. "You can't let their words harm you. You just have to live your life?"

Vevmis turned his head back to you as if contemplating but he seemed amused by something. "Your human life expectancy can't even compare in years to a drow's life. Yet, you all find soft wisdom in everything you see." A hand found itself pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Why?"

You didn't think you would be getting so dreary with Vevmis, talking about life with him and your tragic mortality. "It's what we have to do. Look at the bright side of life. It's our greatest misfortune, but we learn."

Vevmis scoffed at your words. "You sound like a human I knew once. A clergy."

You smiled. "You just have to live Vevmis. Live like every day is your last."

He scooted closer to you until you could smell the pine and firewood on his clothing, his breath on you keeping your neck warm. "How should I do so?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, searching for something in his eyes, and in this light, the lavender mixed with something you thought you had never seen before. They were mixed with a wine-red.

You were certain the words you were wanting to use were what he was looking for. "I think you know."

He captured your lips with his own, drowning you in his life, the life you didn' t know he had lived. He was everything, a flickering flame, a bloomed poisonous flower, he was the risk you wanted to take. A leap off the cliff and out into the undiscovered.

He kissed you and kissed you more, and nothing needed to be said between the two of you. It was lust, just peace that the two of you needed after so long. Two people who never knew would understand each other, finally coming to elongated peace.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Male Drow (Dark Elf Vevmis) x Human! Female Reader Part 2 (Slight NSFW)

I enjoyed the first part so I made a second, with a bit of sexual content near to the end, but I’m sure you’re all used to that now! ENJOY!

Warnings: mild language and some sexual moments.

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

The Underestimated Part 2

Of all the things in life that had to be thrown my way, why and how did my life come to babysitting?

You had found yourself questioning more and more with the days and nights passing, with that of a dark elf you had to look after. You had spent what little coin you had to keep yourself in a place with shelter, shielding the two of you from those of humans around.

When it came to providing food, it was you who would go down and find little to scourge, then come back with the scraps of bread and little waste of warm mead. Your room was small, but only provided one small bed; the bed Vevmis slept on.

You, being the kind one, decided to hunker down and sleep by the window, the window was suited with enough room to sit and lay across, and you found yourself when not sleeping, staring out of that stain glass window.

And Vevmis... the dark elf was as stubborn as a mule most days. He had a distaste for medicine and potions and pills, and it took more than all of your energy to get him to force him to drink the bottles you had on you. His health did progress, and with most of the days there, all he could do was heal through sleep.

All you did, you did for him, and in an odd occurrence, spending so much time on him made you feel less selfish, learning more of looking after another than for yourself. I have almost forgotten what that feels like. You thought one night, staring up at the canopy with little thought than to sleep.

Although you had learnt of the lessons of selflessness, you still had to contend with Vevmis; a character who you wouldn't think much to stay with. You two practically lived with each other- sleeping, eating, changing- and soon, you cared little to none about being watched.

It had been a full week since you had brought Vevmis here, and the thought of being cooped up in here was bringing you to losing your sanity. You barely slept, gave most of you food to the elf, and found most of your strength begin to falter. By now, all you could think about was trying to get back home to your village.

You laid by the window that evening, listening to the sounds of drunken calls of men and ladies, music filling the air so sweet yet in your situation you had grown to hate it. Every night you heard the same music being played, and you were sure it wasn't just you who was growing irritated by it.

Vevmis slept dead to the world, sometimes in a deeper sleep than other nights, and all you could do was glare with envy; wishing that you could for once get some rest and not have to worry.

You had to admit, even in the light of the moon, he was handsome, but his race was all known for that. His skin practically glowed, radiating and glistening in contrast between the candlelight and reflection of outside; making him appear like a mere God.

He rested so peacefully, you noted, watching the way he breathed and exhaled for softly as if he was more of a newborn babe than a barbaric dark elf. Sometimes I wonder what he would look like he was genuine, perhaps if he smiled with less smugness? You thought.

Your eyes trailed his shirtless body aimlessly, landing on his face as you took in his silver locks. Beautiful and silky like spun silver itself, you wondered how they managed to get it looking so soft. If only you could just run your fingers through it-

"Caught staring again, pet?" You blinked twice, a lack of words coming to mind when you looked back towards his eyes, now wide open and looking back at you with that same cocky attitude visible in his amethyst eyes.

Everything must be a hidden joke to him. You thought, a frown forming on your face as you looked away. "Was making sure you were breathing."

An amused laugh bubbled over his lips from your right, and when you took a glance, he was attempting to sit up; slow and lethargic.

"Really, or were you looking over my beauty?" He smirked, and again, you avoided his gaze, occupying yourself with whatever was going on outside.

"Are all elves like you so cocky? Were you born mean too, or did you come out the womb swinging a dagger and coming up with snide comments?" You leered, crossing your arms and trying to shift in the seat.

"My, for someone like you to be my enslaver, you sure do come out with such comments. I would've believed you were just jealous..." Vevmis remarked.

Enslaver. The word brought you to shudder, even you couldn't help but have to disagree quickly. "I'm not your enslaver, nor are you captive with me."

"Yes, but technically you're not letting me go, and for what I'm aware of, that's enslaving." Snorted the dark elf. "I am forever stuck with you until you either let me go or kill me off."

"And why would I do that? Don't you think I would've killed you by now? I don't think I would waste my time healing a man like yourself." You spoke. It was this time for Vevmis to frown, pale eyebrows furrowed.

"You know I am to ask this... but if you wanted me kept alive, don't you think it would've been better to keep me out of human settlements? Dark elves like me aren't exactly welcomed with loving arms."

That I'm aware of. You snorted. "They have better medicines and healers here than what lies beyond the forests." You looked back quickly over to him, eyes meeting his. "You wouldn't have survived five seconds out there."

"And yet here we are." He chimed. "Possibly hundreds of miles from your village, in a settlement that could punish us both. Aren't we the oddest pair?" He grinned ear to ear.

You sighed heavily, knowing what had to be said. "That was what I needed to talk to you about." You began. "We can't possibly stay here for days on end. I came up with the brilliant suggestion of leaving at first light tomorrow."

His wide grin dropped drastically from his face, and you didn't want to believe what he could've been thinking. "You're not being serious, are you? Do you think we are both capable in setting out on a journey that could end up in a disaster?"

It made you wonder why he thought you couldn't be capable of travelling so far. You had done it many times before alone, but never with the stress of having to worry about another, more so someone injured. It made you wonder whether there was more to him that made you question what he knew.

"I cannot stay another day in this prison of a room, watching from a window each day whilst you lay pampered like a fattening king." You retorted. "I don't care what you believe, whether that you think I'm incapable of travelling this far, but I can tell you I can do this alone as well."

"I'm not saying you're not strong enough to do this." He begun, his voice was oddly calm compared to yours. "I'm saying that instead of worrying about me, that you look after yourself?"

You were blank and shocked by his reasons, and never did you think he would've been clever enough to notice. You were aware though that you did look emaciated; with large bags under your eyes from lack of sleep.

"Do you think I've been blindly oblivious to the way you've been looking?" He informed, speaking before you could. "I am quite aware of the things you don't want to say out loud."

Was I just seething to myself after all this, when not aware he knew? You felt embarrassed, a blush crept to your cheeks. "I see how silly this all sounds-"

"And you should be. We're not squabbling children." He grunted for a brief moment, trying to sit up. "Isn't it all about ourselves in this world?"

You stared him over, unsure. "I... I guess so."

"So do this and take my offer or leave it and go with nothing," he begun, and for a moment, you thought he was going to stand up from his bed, "We do not leave come the morrow, but the day after. Which gives us both the time to prepare ourselves."

A deal where I can get even less sleep? Sure whatever you say. You had almost rolled your eyes at him. "What if I decline?" You questioned softly.

"Then whatever Gods out there so help me, for I will have my life in the hands of an idiot." He chortled, getting to you first by rolling his eyes. "I ask that you get your rest, so I'm not having to be the one who has to drag you back."

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. After all, who could think you would've been able to negotiate with a dark elf? You sighed in defeat, too tired to care. "I accept then."

The creaking of the bedsprings gained your attention, and when you looked up, Vevmis was staggering your way away from the small bed. It took some moments, but he finally managed to get to you within time, standing before you. In your eyes, he looked pale enough to collapse.

"I'm not going to ask again, only this once. But you will sleep better on a decent bed tonight. Even if the springs are bloody old with age. Or maybe someone was having a better time in here with a good fucking."

You rolled your eyes finally his way, snorting. "If I get in that bed genius, where will you sleep? Not on the floor?"

He smiled down to you, and maybe once, the emotions in his eyes didn't match the smile on his face, There was a look of sincerity or knowing that you were unsure in wanting to know of.

"I'm sure you know I think ten steps ahead in terms of plans?"

-

"I hate this." You grunted, facing away from the dark elf in the cramped bed. You were trying to stay as far away from his as possible, almost hanging off the small bed in hopes that you could barely feel him beside you. But alas, the dark elf was always too cocky to care, inching closer and closer to you.

"Oh, but you love it." His voice was whimsical and melodic to hear, and you hated the way it brought a chill down your spine. "Just you, me, and a narrow bed to share. How all my fantasies are playing out."

You scoffed in disgust, trying to bury your head into the mattress, wishing that it could just swallow you whole. "Yes, your disgusting twisted fantasies, where everything is just sexual in your eyes."

Vevmis seemed to be amused by your words, shuffling closer to you until you certainly could feel his chest press into your back. He barely was wearing any clothes, to begin with, so you were just trying to ignore every single feeling of him behind you. You hated that your body was reacting in ways you didn't want to experience.

"You must've experienced one good fuck in your life hmmm? Perhaps many suitors are waiting for you when you return?" He crawled closer to you until he was practically whispering in your ear, such enticing and sultry words that made you want to slap him off the bed.

You didn't answer him, in fact, you barely moved, trying to squeeze your eyes shut and pretending to fall asleep. It didn't work. "Oh, am I not correct? Would I have to believe that the fair maiden we captured is indeed still a maiden? Fresh as a blossomed fruit of spring?"

"Oh please." You scoffed. "Unlike you, I wouldn't brag about how many people I've had sex with."

"Yet my question to you is how do you think I have sex?" Vevmis was dangerously close to you now, and you almost yelped when you felt his fingers dance across the bare skin of your thigh. Your breath got caught in your throat for a second, trying to control your breathing.

"Gentle?" He traced his fingers higher along your stomach and naval. "Or rough?" They danced too close to your underwear, as he tugged softly on the fabric for effect. "Wouldn't you want to know?"

"Not no." You lied, gritting your teeth and trying to go to a happier place, where you weren't getting slowly sexually frustrated by a teasing elf. Even if his intentions were real or not, he was certainly trying to get something out of you. And it was working.

He chuckled in delight and the sound alone rumbled through your entire being. "You're truly an innocent little thing, aren't you pet? But that innocence you play at won't go well for you. Little games like yours will always bring the pleasures within us all to show through."

Games? You had almost slapped him there across the face. Never had you been playing at games to bring a man like him to feel teased. No games were being played on your part.

Instead of speaking forth of what he meant, you decided it was better to change the subject. "If you're so done with speaking of such lewd thoughts, I am trying to go to sleep."

You could feel him staring into the back of your head once again before his calloused hands came around your waist and pulled you tight into him. "It would bring me such happiness to see you like this in the morning, basking in my arms."

You had rolled your eyes even when he couldn't see you. "You're lucky you're still injured, or else you would've been kicked to the window when this conversation had started."

"What and miss this opportunity to be here with you, keeping you warm?" He whispered, nipping at your earlobe. That with his bold moves almost made you kick yourself out of the bed.

"I'm perfectly fine." You countered, trying to ignore his motives. Never had you met a dark elf like him so full of sexual innuendos centred around the two of you?

"Winter is upon us, and it will leave with the cold and hard snow soon to follow. We will all freeze just like the land, and not even our breaths will be able to warm us in our homes. Only our bodies together will keep us warm, so I do hope you're prepared for more of this to come."

"Yeah whatever, goodnight." You rumbled, shutting your eyes tight and perhaps, falling into one of the best nights of sleep you had missed in a while. Maybe it had been thanks to Vevmis. Or maybe it had been because you were sleeping in a bed rather by a hard concrete window.

By the morning, you were basking in the light pouring through the stain glass window; your body not sore nor your mind too tired, You felt refreshed for once, ready to tackle the day.

You would toss and turn in your sleep, and you did end up turn around to face the dark elf, who was still asleep soundly beside you. Your limbs were tangled up together, bodies plush as your head had replaced your pillow and you had used his broad chest as one instead. No wonder I slept a bit better. You realised, blushing.

This up-close chance to see him so close to you got your heart racing more than you wanted to admit, taking in his soft features. His eyelashes were long and beautiful; curved upwards and giving him such a relaxed expression.

His usual silver neatly brushed hair was now unkempt and dishevelled, fanning around his head like a halo, giving him an angelic look. Maybe there was more good in us than I realised. You thought, your fingers carefully and softly tracing through his locks, waiting for whether he moved or awaken. I wonder if he could be good too?

"Admiring my pretty locks, pet?" His voice was strained and tired, hoarse from sleeping as he surprised you to be awake. He cracked one eye open to look at you, breathing heavily and almost dreamily at you as he laid beside you.

You huffed as you pulled away from him. "I was just thinking, that's all."

Even you knew how crappy of an excuse that sounded like, and a deep rumble came from Vevmis to how naïve you could be. "I'm sure I can get used to you being beside me. How I could feel you so close to me last night, it'll be something I will look forward to in the future."

"Careful now Vevmis. I preferred it when you were sleeping. We don't want to make it permanent, do we?" Although your words sounded threatening, your tone made up for it; acting playful towards him in a way that sounded as if you were waiting for what he would do or say next.

He didn't answer you at first, but he didn't take your words to the offence; simply he just looked you over with mirth. "Such words from my captor." He stroked your hair absentmindedly.

Sighing, you rolled off to get ready for a long day, stretching as you did so as you rose. Just as you were going to grab your clothes to put on, something came around your wrist, promptly pulling you back onto the mattress.

You had little time to react as you landed on the bed with a thud, your heart racing more when you found yourself with no time to react over being pinned down by Vevmis; who was in-between your legs.

You had seen him tease you many times before, but not once had you seen such a pang of hunger that burned in his haunting purple eyes. "V-Vevmis what the hell-"

You would've spoken out further in response but was cut short when your lips were taken roughly and fiercely by the dark elf, kissing with you as if his life depended on it.

His movements, the way he pinned you down, you were slowly finding yourself moving against his lips, whimpering softly when his hips slowly ground against your own during your moments of want and lust.

"Where in the seven realms of Hell do you think you're going?" He questioned when he pulled away, a simple question that had you speechless. "W-What I-"

"Do you think I would let you go out there with those lustful foolish men who act likes hounds drooling you over? Without me there?" He added with much vigour.

You bit your lip as a moan fell from your mouth, trying desperately not to let him see he was having this effect on you. "Vevmis-" You whispered to him softly.

"You think I have it easy? Watching you with that body of yours? Oblivious to it all? I've seen the men that look at you, my kind eye-fucking you as you sat there chained. Oh how much I wanted to kill them for even thinking about doing something like that. To stain my blade with their blood, nothing has ever given me such a delight."

You laid there speechless, watching him talk. He spoke calmly, not like a wild man who had lost his mind. It was truly less than him losing his sanity. He brought you out of your thoughts when you saw how his eyes trailed down your body.

You wore such a thin gown that you knew he could see your breasts through the material; how your chest rose and fell with each little nervous breathe. He said nothing as he roughly took one of them into your hands. "These are mine." He squeezed in emphasis, causing you to arch your back, further bringing his groin to rub harder and faster against yours

"You are my pet. Remember that. Who do you belong to?" He growled possessively into your ear, his other hand trailing towards your legs. "Tell me." He pinched down there between your legs to get you to answer.

"Y-You, Vevmis." You gasped, wriggling and moaning as you had the freedom to grasp onto him, holding him by the shoulders tightly. His touch was like fire: and both thrilled and scared you of potentially getting burned.

"That's right, say it again. I want everyone in this damn place to hear you screaming my name." He pulled his mouth to your lips for a feverish long kiss, pulling away yet breathing hotly in your face. "Who do you belong to?"

"Gods, only you Vevmis!" You cried, begging for more even if you didn't say it. Vevmis continued, pinching, touching and bringing you to break under him. He pulled his mouth to your neck, biting, sucking and kissing at the flesh as it left you in an uncontrollable mess.

"Say it louder." He moaned your name, rare to hear.

"Vevmis!" You cried as your voice screamed in the room, certain it could be heard even through the closed windows. You were surprised you couldn't hear those in the other rooms not complaining,

Everything came to a still in your room, and your little bubble burst when you came back down from reality. Vevmis pulled back from you, admiring his work around your neck on the inflictions done.

He grabbed your chin into his fingers, making you have to look him in the eyes as satisfaction and pride fell on his face. "You belong to me." It sounded almost like reassurance, as he kissed you softly, too quickly to enjoy it as he pulled away.

"I am yours and you are mine." He stroked at your chin as he grinned down to you.

"Now and Always."

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Well, that sounded darker than it was intended, but I WILL be making a final part, maybe even the reader will get her own back on him! It will DEFINITELY be more NSFW then if it is to be done! 

Hope you enjoyed, it took longer than intended sadly due to saving problems like last time. STAY UPDATED IF YOU’RE INTERESTED IN KNOWING WHEN THE FINAL PART HAS BEEN POSTED! Thanks, everyone!!

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No.3 with a dark elf or drider pls!

https://itstheendofthegoddamnworld.tumblr.com/post/187714920329/monster-sentence-starters-nsfwsfw - Monster sentence starters

Dark elf doesn’t have name, but has he/him pronouns.

3) You don’t scare me.

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You watched through glinted eyes, an anger burning in your throat and stomach - watching the dark elf sharpen his sword opposite you. 

Neither of you had spoken to each since you had been saved from slavery, the drow had risked his own life and reputation in his society to get you out from the Underdark, but now acting as the cold hearted elf his race was known for.

You watched as he sharpened the blade over and over again, the hilt a red-ruby gem that were as bright as his own eyes, the sclera was as coal black as the darkness around you. “You know, sitting here like this and not talking will not make our troubles easier.”

“Stop talking.” The unnamed drow retorted, his eyes not moving off his dagger as he continued to his work. “Or would you rather I bind your mouth too?”

Your words dried in your mouth, making your throat more sore than it had been when you were defending for your life; whisked away from your village that night what? Two, three nights ago? 

You had been taken by these elves away from your home and people, watching as the flames engulfed both home and flesh.

You shuddered at the memories, burned into the back of your head, you were sure you wouldn’t ever forget the way people burned; slaughtered like cattle around you in their own blood. 

The drow took your lack of words as a sign that you would stop speaking, but he was wrong when you had continued. “They won’t let us through again, they’ll kill us when we reach the border.”

“I’m not going to the southern border. The mountains are surrounded by orc camps, your kind lurk beyond the valleys.”

You thought to where exactly you could go, and only one place told you where you could go. “You want us to swim?”

“Swimming will kill us both, and as much as nuisance you are to me, I’m not getting rid of you soon.” The drow remarked, sweeping his long silver hair past his shoulder. “I have better use for you. Good trade.”

Your thoughts soured, and your head felt heavy like lead. He was going to sell you off to someone worse than him, and that was something you didn’t want. After everything, you had to find a way to get him to keep you.

“I’m good with a sword, if you gave me one—I’m not that useless.”

“What, and let you slit my throat in my sleep?” He scoffed. Finally, his eyes met yours, with low regard to you and your kind, but there was something still there that made you have hope.

“I’ll have you killed before you could even attempt in assassinating me.”

“You don’t scare me.” You said bravely, puffing your chest out even when you had the iron chains bound to your wrists. “I am useful. And I can show it to you if you trust me.” 

The drow finally laughed with a mirthless laugh, watching you through sinister eyes. “I would rather be given as a sacrifice to Lolth than to give you a weapon.”

“Fine,” you huffed, tiredly looking away, “but if something happens, I won’t be here to help. And we’ll both be dead.”