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warlock-enthusiast · 9 months

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First times

Fandom: Diablo IV

Characters: Lorath Nahr x femWanderer (Sorsasta)

Rating: R

Summary: I wanted to write their first kiss, but then it turned into a first kiss and some smut.

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I’ve seldom been this angry. Magic flares at the edge of my fingertips, ready to devour me and this whole vault. My face is all heat and flames ready to burst through the last traces of my willpower. Thankfully the door is shut and I sincerely hope that none of our allies will hear a word of what is going to be said in this study. I’m not like this. I don’t give into anger and hatred and wonder if Mephisto is already tainting my soul.

Lorath has the nerve to simply stand there and to say nothing. He looks at me with an expression that seems to combine pity and a lack of understanding as if I’m a pupil that needs to be taught a lesson.

By the high heavens, how I despise being made to feel small and insignificant.

When I finally stop pacing, I press a forefinger against his chest. “Why didn’t you speak to me? Why did you choose such a fate for yourself? Your spirit will find no rest and you will be bound to this endless nightmare.”

Lorath takes a deep breath and his perfectly curated mask slips back into place. I know that he is not like this and that he deeply cares, but at times it seems easier for him to hide behind his years and experience. “It is my decision, my life, my fate. I didn’t think it necessary to discuss it with either of you.”

He takes a step back and tries to understand if I’m going to attack him or not. “Why is it of such importance? The tree may finally give us a fighting chance. The edge we need to put an end to all of this.”

I want to scream. My magic boils and bubbles inside of my chest and the candles all burn a little brighter. The air is heavy with crackling energy and the hairs on my arms and neck stand up. I’ve never lost control like this and somehow I’m too weary to do anything.

He can’t be so blind. He can’t simply deny our closeness and those stolen moments, which implied a future that neither of us could have imagined. Neither of us took the chance to explore this bond, but I’m not the only one seeing and feeling it. It’s about a gentle touch here and there, a shared evening in front of the fire, stories exchanged with the stars above our heads.

“Because I care about you…”

I sigh deeply and deflate. To imagine him as a part of the tree of whispers, close to Elias, close to all these lost souls. Tears burn in my eyes and my voice is quieter now.

“A lot.”

Suddenly his calloused fingers are tracing the line of my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lips. There is an expression in his face, which I can’t quite discern. It’s sadness mixed with something so soft that my legs no longer support the weight of my body. Finally, Lorath Nahr doesn’t know what to say or how to debate and almost seems surprised at seeing his own hand exploring my face.

We’re lost in this moment and as time slows down, I move forwards and close the distance between us. I can’t be afraid now. Not when emotions bubble in my throat like some unspoken secrets.

“Lorath…”

My hands are in his robes, pulling and almost tearing, and my lips find his in a desperate attempt to forget what he has done. His mouth is dry and it tastes like herbs and lemon. The scent of papers and ink engulfs me and I take another step forward until his back collides with a wall. I’m surprised about my own eagerness, but I’ve been at his side for months now. We’ve seen death and loss and for once, I don’t care about saving anyone.

But him.

I want to taste his lips and feel his skin on mine. I can’t lose another moment. We’ve already wasted so much time and now that his chosen fate is hanging above our heads, I’m not going to leave him alone tonight.

Lorath appears a little unsure and for a few seconds he is unable to meet my eyes. “Are you sure about this?” I sense that he wants to start another debate about age and the darkness surrounding us, but I simply press my lips against his mouth. “Yes and yes.”

My words shake him awake and he switches our positions and suddenly I’m pressed against the wall and his body is keeping me in place. He’s taller than I am and it shows. Lorath only watches me, my eyes, my lips, my neck, the way my breasts swell beneath the simple tunic that I’m wearing.

And then he kisses me with all the desperation of a man that has given up on life only to find a purpose again. Our teeth clash more than once, because we both need to find a rhythm that fits. My tongue is suddenly too heavy and I’m not sure what to do, which is why I follow his movements. We move and end up with my legs colliding against his desk. Lorath doesn’t care about the papers and quills that end on the floor as he pushes me onto the wood.

He steps between my legs and pins me against the surface. His weight is atop of me and all I can think about is the fact that this is finally happening. All my restless nights, all the longing, watching him in secret and wondering what it’d be like to join him. I know that he’s strong, even after years and years of living in a self imposed exile, and it shows. He roams my body with his mouth and before I know what is happening, I start to moan.

Need surges through my veins and pools between my legs as he opens the bindings of my clothing. Lorath acts too impatient to undress himself, only getting rid of the things that need to go.

There is nothing romantic about our coupling. It’s rough around the edges and filled with a strange longing that leaves parts of my chest empty. My short nails leave marks on his skin and he swallows my moans with kisses. The desk beneath me moves and groans beneath our shared weight and I pray that it will not break. We should have chosen a bed or a sleeping mat.

Anything but this.

But soon my mind is only focused on Lorath and not the inkpot that presses against my shoulder. Our bodies are joined and he thrusts into me over and over again until we both find a release that is far greater than the fears, which have kept us apart.

When our breathing slows and he rests his head on my chest I know that amidst all this horror there is also a new beginning to be found.

#lorath nahr #lorath #lorath x wanderer #diablo #diablo IV #sorsasta #headcanons

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displacer-beasts · 10 months

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For my fellow old man fuckers: there's a Lorath x Wanderer smut oneshot on Ao3

Succubus's Bite by EnzymaticWitch

#lorath #lorath nahr #its not by me but i saw it today and its goooood #lorath x wanderer

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raven-witch-01 · 8 months

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Hiiiii! I saw you write stories for Diablo and I had to request. Could you write a Inarius x F Reader? Of you could lean on her being a necromancer that would be awesome. I just kinda wanted a senario where after the first mwet with him in the game he starts liking her and is kinda iseing it to take his minf off Lilith.

Sure thing, I'll try my best for Inarius x Necromancer Reader as it is my first Diablo 4 x Reader while seeing the issue of not many Inarius x Reader, so I'll be more than happy to provide it to you although I haven't played it in a while, but I do plan to play it again. The Wanderer company is the Necromancer Reader while the Wanderer is a Rogue and Y/n's dear friend named Jayla, hope you enjoy.

Inarius Pov

After meeting the wanderer along with her company, my thoughts that once filled Lilith with bitterness yet however they were soon to be replaced by the wanderer's company with curiosity. I then hear another set of footsteps which I'm more familiar with "What can you tell me of this wanderer company, Brother Orlin" I turned around to see Brother Orlin kneeling before me "She calls herself y/n, She's a necromancer and company of the wanderer sent by Lorath Nahr, one of the few remaining members of the Horadrim" necromancer like my son Rathma yet I sense that she is not like him, she may prove herself something more than she realized. I won't make the same mistake as I had done with Lilith, perhaps I'll observe this y/n from afar to see if she would be a useful ally or a dangerous enemy for now.

Y/n Pov

"Inarius an arrogant bastard fool if I say so myself" I looked at Jayla knowing that her mouth would get us in trouble considering that Inarius and Brother Orlin aren't far off and could possibly hear Jayla's infamous insults "As much as I love to hear more of you description people that we meet on the first day, I rather live to see the light for another day instead losing both of our heads by his holiness" Jayla chuckle but nodded in the end. We both walk within the Hall of Ascension while feeling the warmth across the halls yet I looked at each painting on every hall we walk pass made me remembering the stories that everyone was told about the High Heavens and the Burning Hells while I was told a difference version of the story, "wanderer, a moment of your time" we both turned around to see Brother Orlin walking towards us "Brother Orlin, we're about to be out of your hair before you know" Jayla told while I let out a chuckle "do not mind her Brother Orlin, she loves to joke around even if the situation has gone bad to worse, even way is there something you need Brother Orlin" "I wish to speak to Miss Jayla in private if I may Miss Y/n" Jayla and I looked at each other before looking back at Brother Orlin "of course Brother Orlin, I'll be near the entrance when you two are finishing talking" I then walked away from them, along the hallways my thoughts were filled with Inarius he seems to be charming in his own way I rolled my eyes sarcastically while thinking he may be the creator of Sanctuary and the Nephalem but so is Lilith, the arrogance of his will soon be his downfall just as many before. A pity that... "You must be Y/n the Necromancer" I immediately stop after hearing angelic voice that I'm now familiar with, although I was told to knee before him I refused to do so which until Jayla gave the look which I had to force myself to knee before him "Indeed, does his holiness need something from me" Inarius was observing me before continuing to speak to me "it seems Brother Orlin has not yet told you of my order" "And what world your order be your holiness" I could tell that it did not impress him when I said sarcastically but seems to choose to ignore it "You are to remain here for a short while as for your company she is more than welcome to leave whatever you like it or not" that bastard "very well, may I at least escort her outside of your home" Inarius nodded. As I was about to find her, she already found me "Brother Orlin as informed of your orders and I refuse too..." I stopped her by holding her shoulder "fear not Jayla, I will be fine just make sure you find the way to open the black lake okay" seeing Jayla looked at me with a worried look before looking back at Inarius with stone cold look "alright than" I than walk her outside of the entrance only for us to feel the warmth disappeared from us face and was replaced with the cold wind blew into our faces "Have I ever told you how much I hated the cold" I let out a chuckle before saying "Many times beforehand, my dear friend and I have a feeling that you will continue to do so in the future" we both laughed while standing outside of the entrance "But for now you must stop Lilith and her plans" "Agreed Y/n, and if we're lucky we'll have a drink or two on the way there" "I don't think I'll drink again for a while after what happened with the previous town that knocked us out then fed us Lilith's blood and then finally tries to eat the both of us" "Fair point, just be careful with this piece of work" I nodded before seeing her off while I went back inside only to feel the cold being replaced by the warmth of the hallway. I looked at the rogue angel only for him to return his chambers, well this is going to be interesting.

Sorry if Inarius pov was a bit short but I'll try do more in a far future.

#diablo 4 #inarius #Inarius x Reader

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mizumiii · 9 months

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Hiraeth - Part V

Donan x Fem!Reader

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HIRAETH, n. (Welsh) A spiritual longing for a home which maybe never was. Nostalgia for ancient places to which we cannot return. The echo of the lost places of our soul’s past and our grief for them. In the wind, rocks, and waves, it is nowhere and everywhere.

Hello ! I did not post last week because I was quite busy but don't worry, I'm still working on this fanfic! I've started the last part (the next one to be precise) and maybe there'll be some bonus if I feel like it. However, I've started playing Baldur's Gate 3, so I can't write, play both games and find some time to work... 😅

After that, you finally met with Lorath and Taissa. Things went south, but thankfully you were able to bring down the lesser evil invoked by Elyas. Donan even agreed to help adjust the soul stone to capture Lilith, despite seeing how bad things had ended last time with Astaroth. To be honest, you were pretty proud of your training, as you were strong enough to defeat such an enemy. However, despite the victory, there was something strange about you. Despite the health potion, one of your injuries was not healing properly. It was nothing really important, just a cut on your belly, at first you thought it would simply go away but when it was time to leave, you realised that it was still not completely closed. The only reason you thought about it was that your potions were no good and you decided to go to Donan to ask him if he could brew you a better one.

Except that you found him standing in the improvised cemetery outside of the Forsaken Church, behind Lorath sitting on his knees in front of one of the gravestones. Feeling that you were interrupting something, you decided to wait behind the building’s wall. Even if the two men were always chatting as if everything was fine, everybody was able to see that there was much they were not addressing, leaving your little group walking on eggshells. So you hoped that maybe, away from indiscreet eyes, they would be able to discuss more sincerely…

“It appears you lost people too”, Donan noticed in a slow and low voice, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“It happens all the time, there’s no use in lingering over it”, Lorath stated coldly while standing up again.

His old comrade grumbled in disagreement, but before he could say anything the grey-haired stopped at his side, facing the opposite direction.

“Yorin… I’ll regret never meeting him”, he admitted without looking directly at him.

“I bet”, Donan scoffed, “he was a great boy, far better than any of us.”

“I hope so, I heard that fortunately, he had taken everything from his mother”, he jested shamelessly.

“You damn bastard !”, the mage grunted, “I’ll let you know that he was my spitting image!”

Donan stood his chin up, wrapped in his pride but before he knew it Lorath started to laugh wholeheartedly and once his surprise had passed, he joined him in a freeing, healing cackles in the middle of the gravestones.

You smiled before returning to the chapel where the two other women were waiting for the rest of the group. Eager to leave them some intimacy.

“Did those grumpy old men finally lose it?” Taissa jested.

“It sounds more like they’ve started meeting up over the bridge of time”, Neyrelle corrected softly.

“Indeed”, you nodded with satisfaction. “Let’s hope they’ll do a quick job about it.”

Despite the strange group the five of you formed, it was fun travelling together. All of you were broken in a way, but as a group, it worked. You found yourself craving for the presence of the others, taking comfort in the smallest banter (which happened a lot between Neyrelle and Lorath, or Donan and Lorath, in fact, anyone with Lorath). It was a new feeling for a Wanderer like you, who used to travel everywhere, to meet people without ever taking the time to really know them. But now, it had been months since you had encountered Lorath. Scarily, you were getting used to it, becoming addicted.

At the same time, your wound kept acting on its own. It was too late to say anything. Everyone seemed ready and good to go as they could, it would literally kill you to admit that you were weak. You had already lost too many, the simple idea of being too frail was enough to give you nausea. So you endured, as long as you could, pushing your body to its limits.

Currently, you were riding beside Donan. The others were busy with their own quests. And each damn step of Brother was sending excruciating discharges of pain through your wound. It was taking all you got to stay right in the saddle, as you were gripping the reins as if it could save you from falling. The fear of being found out by the man at your side was eating you away like a cloud of little black monsters buzzing at your ears. What if he saw you weak? What if it would break him for good? Elyas would kill everyone. Lilith would kill everyone. Vigo would have died for nothing. Yorin would have died for nothing. I can’t let them down. I have to be strong. Everything around you was becoming darker, the sound was fading, and your vision focused on Donan now in front of you.

Suddenly, your companion stopped as your mount did the same. You felt as if salvation had come to save you from the terrible situation you were in. However, when you tried to dismount Brother, the injury throbbed so suddenly and painfully that you could barely muffle a cry as you fell in the dirt like an idiot.

“Damn it!” You left out a couple of insults to try to cover the result of your silliness

Unable to stand up correctly, you were half bent, your hands pressed on the wound as if it could make it disappear.

“Are you alright?” Donan rushed to your side.

A surge of shame and fear struck you and you wanted nothing less than to be seen by your precious partner in such a weakened state.

“Do not come closer!” You shouted louder than you wished.

He will notice! He will know!

“I can help you, is it an injury?” The large man pressed you.

But his worried expression only added oil to your panic.

“I don’t need your help! Just leave me!” You panted out of breath before realising how hurt Donan looked after your shouts,” I-I’ll follow you, don’t worry”, you tried to correct.

He seemed close to speaking again but he simply frowned before shaking his head and leaving you alone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you muttered while looking in frenzy in your mount’s bags to search for a healing potion.

The precious liquid only slightly eased the pain, nonetheless, it was enough to let you walk normally again. The relief was largely tainted by your heart still pounding loudly in your chest. As you slowly walked toward the laboratory, you realised that in your state you could not protect Donan correctly. The pressure of that realisation made you feel threatened as if an enemy could suddenly come from the shadows and take him away from you. I need to train right now to become stronger! You kept repeating in your mind like a charm.

Even when you met again with the Horadrim, you could not focus on anything else than your blatant weakness. You followed him around without a word, carrying out your missions in anxious silence. Even the weakest enemy in the swamps was enough to make you tremble with apprehension, making you jump on them to pulverise them before Donan could even make the slightest move.

Without realising it, you found yourself sitting on a tree stump in a gloomy house in the swamp, with a bowl containing a terrible mixture in your hands. The scent and the sight were both as horrible, however, Taissa was sitting across from you, glaring at you through the shadows. You had little trust in her supposed potion, you were doing it only because there was a little chance it could help Donan, however what good could it do to you?

If only it could make me stronger, was the last coherent thought you had before you gulped the brew in on go.

The taste was as bad as it looks. After that, you fell down from your seat, breathing with difficulty while your mind found itself drowning in an anxious, sweaty, delirious trance where a strange reality had everything deformed around you. You witnessed Donan’s struggle as he looked as disturbed as you, the sound of his sobs reached you with a deranging lag that put you off even more. Nonetheless, even in such a stranding situation, you forced yourself in raising to go help him. It was as if your body was no longer responding to you, it was as if you were no longer the one controlling your legs and arms. You were terrified.

Until you heard someone calling for you.

“That voice? No…”

You saw yourself leaving the place, going out in the swamps.

“I recognize you this time”, you whimpered helplessly, “I’m sorry I did not recognize you last time… I’m sorry… Vigo…”

The man haunting you was standing there, in the middle of the swamp, like a misplaced object that did not belong here. You were unable to think straight so you simply fell on your knees, weeping as if you were back as a little girl. Through your tears, you heard him talk to you, but his words were not making any sense, or rather, you did not want them to do. Despite the potion, every last part of you knew that Vigo was not here. That it was just a distorted version of him coming from you, that he was saying what you wanted him to say, all of this was making it worse.

But, strangely enough, you took comfort in his image. Because you were able to see him again, even if it was partially fake.

That way you were so furious when Mephisto interrupted your self-pity show with his portal. You threw your displeasure at him, almost growling at his attempt to corrupt you into joining his crusade against his own daughter. You were starting to feel really sick. The whole draught thing, then remembering Vigo and the Cathedral’s injustices, then the demons’ killing selfishness, all of it was making you mad!

You rushed into the flamboyant ring, ready to confront him. The experience left you exhausted, emptied of any thought, feeling or else.

And oddly enough, it was at this exact moment that a sudden realisation hit you hard. You stayed up, frozen in the swamps, mud covering your legs to your knees, flyers busing loudly around you. You had been wrong, oh so terribly wrong. Silent tears fell down your cheeks as you faced again in your mind all the deaths you had failed to prevent.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered to the puny trees and bushes.

That would be the last time you would apologise for this.

You waited for Donan at the frontier between the swamps and the village. His expression was unreadable, and to be honest you had not totally recovered from your trip in the swamp.

“Do you want to come with me?” You asked him while walking in his direction. “Taissa… Even the whole world can wait another day.”

“Well… I gather it would be good to take some rest before attuning the soulstone”, he slowly spoke with a faint smile.

Your heart squeezed in your chest when you noticed how his eyes were red again from crying, so you went to take his hand and gently tug him to follow you. You had already identified a house a bit out of the rest of the village, only a couple of coins had been necessary to assure that nobody would come to disturb your well-earned rest.

The place was made of only one large room, like all the other houses of the swamps where any kind of material was rare. You simply sat down on the ground, which was covered with a dozen of carpets, while Donan seemed busy with his belongings around his hips. Your wound chose that moment to remind you of its existence, making you grunt from displeasure. As much as you were now ready to think about trying to ask for help, you would have preferred that to be on your own terms.

“Here.”

You tilted your head up when hearing Donan’s voice coming from towards you. He was handing you a vial with an indecipherable expression. Right now, you were not in the state to bargain, so you diligently took it and drank it in one go. It was a health potion, far better than any you had bought for cheap on a random market.

“Thank you…”, you muttered, already sensing the wound closing on your side.

“How are you feeling?” He asked you while sitting down with effort.

“Better”, you admitted before passing a hand on your face and offering him a little smile. “I’m sorry for my behaviour those last few days… I-I’ve let myself get the better of me, even if it sounds really strange out loud… I don’t know for you, but last night, what I saw…”

The emotion caught you again, making the words difficult to leave your throat.

“You do not have to tell if you do not want”, Donan reassured you, pressing your hand in his.

“I want to tell you”, you assured, looking into his eyes to find the strength to face your inner demons. “I’ve lost too many, not close people like you, but good people nonetheless. So I got scared, brainlessly scared to lose, I thought that it was my fault for losing them, that I had to be stronger, and that everything was on my shoulders. But by doing this… I was taking away the choices from the people I cared for…”

The silence was crushing you, so you squeezed Donan’s hand, his warmth gave you a bit more courage.

“The worst… That was Vigo… Maybe you knew him, he was a commander of the Cathedral of Light. At that time, the few people in the Church I had met were kinda good, so I was not wary. It made it even cruel when I realised how wrong I had been. They made him wear that gruesome and atrocious armour that was killing him while he was wearing it. And he did all this to repent and help me? It was beyond what I could accept. But last night… I realised that the choice wasn’t mine to make… It was his…”

“Vigo… Yes, I remember that name, I think I have met him once or twice, seemed like a regular commander”, Donan thought out loud before adding softly. “Were you close?”

“I thought we were more than fellows, however, we never had time. It’s only making it worse, not to know what we could have been. Last time I saw him, he promised me a drink…”

Tears you never allowed yourself to shed, started to run on your cheeks. You tried to stop them with your hands. Quickly, the large man took them in his before pulling you against him.

“It’s alright to cry, being strong doesn’t mean to be emotionless.”

“What am I worth if I can’t even be as strong as anyone thinks?” you sobbed messily in his arms.

It was hard for Donan to see you like this, especially when he felt responsible for your state. He had been one of the people leaning heavily on your shoulders, and clouded by his own grief he had let you down. However, tonight at least, he sensed as if he could not just shroud back in despair. Tonight, and hopefully in the days to come, he would face everything head-on. Moreover, you were the first thing he wanted to face correctly.

“You’re strong”, he assured you gently, “the strongest person I know. But as you want to protect me, let me protect you too. Maybe I can’t do it the same as you, however, I can still shoulder your fears and hesitations. Let me be your strength…”

The tears stopped on your face as you stared at him with astonishment. He felt a bit embarrassed by his words, still, he was not about to take them back. No matter how unworthy, inappropriate, or shameful, he would not leave your feelings stranded even if it was for an old and tired man like him. Nothing was granted, he knew it all too well, so for now he wanted to be able to enjoy what little peace you two could have. He waited for your reaction until you seemed sure that he was being sincere. When you started to blush he could not resist the temptation to tenderly caress it. For a moment, he savoured the chance to have you under his fingers, truly grateful for what he still had.

“I always wondered why you and Nafain had such a fallout”, you finally wondered a moment later.

Your head was laying on his shoulder, your tears dry on your cheeks, but neither of you could even think about sleeping after everything that had happened in one day.

“Nafain…”, Donan sneered strangely, “He never accepted that I could choose a scholar woman over Airidah’s love when she herself had refused him. His resentment started even before, but it rotted completely when I chose to call for the Cathedral of Light’s help rather than the druid’s. To my deepest regret, after that, I never succeeded in making him understand my views, and with each passing year his hostility grew towards anyone even remotely close to the Church of Light.”

“He regretted it at the end, I think…”, you remembered his plea for you to end his misery. “He regretted joining Lilith…”

“It’s of little comfort to know that he was at least able to die an honest death”, he sighed miserably, “how badly the world is going for us to find solace in such a bitter display…”

Donan lay down on his back, so you imitated him, cuddling on his side.

“We don’t have a choice”, you gathered, “if we don’t we would just get crushed, allowing our enemies to win and leaving our friends’ death to go wasted.”

The large man nodded silently, his face twisting from the pain your words were remembering him. Thus you gently pulled him so he would be on his side, between your arms. You softly stroke his face to help him untense. In response, he squeezed you against him, hiding his face in the crook between your shoulder and your neck, for a moment.

“Yorin… My son… He always wished to go on an adventure, to be a hero”, Donan started to remember out loud, laying again on his back.

“I saw the book on his bed…”

“That damn book, I don’t know how many times I tried to get rid of it when he was little”, he scoffed.

Donan and you kept remembering happy, soothing memories from before, way after the sky went dark. It was only when the sun started to rise that you both fell asleep in a tight embrace.

Next part

#fanfiction #diablo iv #writing #diabo donan #donan #diablo #diablo 4 #hiraeth

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ohbeffinitely · 10 months

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Boys, boys, boys 🎶

Streamed on Picarto for the first time since Christmas 2020(!!) and it so lovely 😭💖 Thank you everyone who showed up! I'm really trying to get back into the swing of things, so expect to get those loads of stream notifications again!!

#diablo 4 #diablo #diablo iv #lorath nahr #lorath #i need a ship name gdi #lorjä #i feel the umlaut is going to be prohibitive #goddamn finnish and their stupid little dots #anyway anyone who interacts with my lorath content? i love you and we are now besties no questions asked #tyhjä #lorath x tyhja #tyhrath #lorath x oc #lorath x wanderer

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ohbeffinitely · 10 months

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I enjoy that you can go back to Lorath's cabin while he's chilling with his Horse at Firebrand Manor and just... Do Pest Control 🤔

#diablo 4 #diablo iv #lorath nahr #lorath #and apparently the bottles in the front yard are gone too?? good job old man #finding purpose in your life and stuff #but yeah just kicking out demons with a broom #“did you forget to reset your protection spells while you were gone”#“there were demons in your flour sacks”#and the old man def dunking tyhjä into whatever giant bathtub donan has on property #side note: realized its Tyhjä not Tyrjä #tyhjä means void #Tyrjä means hernia #big ol difference there #tyhjä #lorath x tyhja #tyhrath #lorath x oc #lorath x wanderer

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ohbeffinitely · 10 months

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Yes I am very serious about this game.

#diablo 4 #diablo iv #diablo #lorath #lorath nahr #this totally didnt come up because i misread Dirk (Sacred) and Dick (Sacred) of course #little legendary ding there for uou tyhjä #tyhjä #lorath x tyhja #tyhrath #lorath x oc #lorath x wanderer

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ohbeffinitely · 10 months

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SO ANYWAY THE STREAM WENT WELL WEDNESDAY 🎉

And a bonus little smoochy smooch uwu

#diablo 4 #diablo iv #lorath #lorath nahr #diablo #it was a little struggle #we got there though #the campfire chats and their lack of lorath content is really getting to me #yeah buff my sorcerer like a good little dev but where's his MAN #tyhjä #lorath x tyhja #tyhrath #lorath x oc #lorath x wanderer

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ohbeffinitely · 8 months

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I realized how happy this doodle made me, so now y'all get to be happy about it too uwu

#diablo 4 #diablo iv #lorath #lorath x wanderer #lorath x tyhja #the bear is kashira #and their stash of Enhancement Incense #thanks boo 😘

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ohbeffinitely · 10 months

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Just a little Elias Target Practice for Nico and Tyhjä 😌

#diablo 4 #diablo IV #diablo #diablo 4 spoilers #nico the rogue #what's this? tyh and nico getting into TROUBLE? noooooo #not THESE boys #lorath scolding them for taunting the dead but secretly delighted by their precision trash-pelting abilities #no one saw the typo in the post #🪄 you didnt see anything #tyhjä #lorath x tyhja #tyhrath #lorath x oc #lorath x wanderer

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ohbeffinitely · 10 months

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LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS TWINK SORCERER AND HOW HE'S GETTING BOINKED BY AN OLD MAN

(as per @displacer-beasts's request HUEHUEHUE)

First? ✨Appreciate His Beautiful Face✨

Second, his backstory is definitely a work in progress, but thus far:

- His name is Tyhjä (Finnish for Void) and he's a Big Lightning Boy, aka a Charged Bolts build

- He's a bit of a Slüt, but how could you not be with nip rings built into the armor?

- His staff is crafted out of an ancient tree split by lightning, and he's traveled significantly across the continent to hone his grasp of the elements

- Realized he was falling for this dumb old man early in the campaign, making jokes about his Sparse Living Situation

- Neyrelle figured it out first

- Eventually learns some Horadric to figure out what on earth Lorath is constantly muttering and moaning about

The following are ✨campaign spoilers✨ since Tumblr sucks at letting me do Read More cuts:

- Ulterior motive for working for the Tree of Whispers? Trying to keep Lorath's head out of the branches as long as possible 😌

- But definitely bribes the Tree to let him borrow the old man's skull every once and a while when he's finally collected

- Ends up delivering Lorath's head himself because, honestly, he's not too keen on the ravens' decapitation quality

- Accidentally Good Boy's Mephisto at least once (and probably got bit in the process)

#diablo 4 #diablo iv #lorath nahr #oc #diablo #oh god i love these idiots #and his nose definitely gets bigger every time i draw him #me? logging out in firebrand manor to hang out while Lorath pets his horse? absolutely #can't figure out if they'd stay at the vault or go back to the cabin in the fractured peaks #but Tyrjä would go out of his way to make sure the old man doesn't act TOO old #also i ABSOLUTELY AGREE that diablo needs a photo mode #or at least a way to replay the campaign #I ended up upgrading my ram after I got through the story and boy howdy i want to see those old man whiskers lovingly rendered #tyhjä #lorath x tyhja #tyhrath #lorath x oc #lorath x wanderer

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ohbeffinitely · 10 months

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What's this?? Pencil doodles of drunken men???

#diablo 4 #diablo iv #lorath #lorath nahr #welp i guess its 2018 once again #my mental state is in shambles #im drawing men and holes all over the place #playing a blizzard game with wild abandon #what could go wrong??#tyhjä #lorath x tyhja #tyhrath #lorath x oc #lorath x wanderer

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swindlefingrs · 11 months

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Rotten and Craven

Rating: T Fandom: Diablo IV Characters: Kennach the Druid, Lorath Nahr Relationships: Lorath x Wanderer, Lorath x f!Druid, Lorath x Kennach Wordcount: 1.4k

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Lorath knows who is standing on his porch. Long months have been filled with those footsteps, although they haven’t ventured out to this corner of the wilds in some time.

Knuckles rap-tap-tap against his front door.

“Oh, so you do know how to knock.” Lorath shouts from his back room, making sure to scribble down his notes of the shaman’s skull in front of him, before he forgets. “I thought druids just go where they will. Based on my past interactions with the sods.”

He opens the door wide, ready to enjoy the frown on his visitor’s face. Kennach does not disappoint. Her round face is indeed set in a mildly annoyed frown. She fills the doorframe. Bedecked in druid finery; furs and bones, sticks and mud, runes and sinew.

“Perhaps if your home didn’t look like it’d been ransacked by bandits, I wouldn’t have assumed it was abandoned,” she quips.

“It’s research, not ransacking.”

Lorath willfully ignores the winsome dimple that shows up in her left cheek when she grins, and tips his chin at the large, waxed canvas bag at her feet. “So they've got you running errands now?”

Kennach picks it up as if it’s full of nothing but goose down and tosses it at him. He’s forced to catch the thing and his bad shoulder complains about the heft of it.

“More or less. I thought it’d be good to see a familiar face.”

“And you chose this one?” Lorath asks incredulously. “More fool you. Well, come in, come in. I know it’s rude to keep people waiting outside one’s abandoned hovel.”

Kennach brushes past him, the scent of cedar woodsmoke follows behind her. She stopped to pray before coming here. He fondly remembers her offering of a green cedar branch each night they had a fire while out on their hunt. She never translated her prayer and he never asked. He always took the small cedar needle she offered. She told him to chew it. It was powerfully tart. Refreshing.

He drops the heavy canvas bag onto his dining table with a whump. The plates, books, jarred samples, and cutlery all clatter. He opens the bag to find provisions. Small sacks of milled flour. Braids of garlic. Dried beans. Salt pork.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting to the market,” Lorath reminds her as he pulls out one flour sack. The fine bone-white powder dusts his hands. Soft as a whisper.

“Of course. If you head down to the market, though, you’re not gonna find that.” She taps at the package in his hand. “That’s red wheat. We found a few jars full of those grains in an abandoned store room in Túr Dúlra. It stands up to the cold and damp far better than the others. The farmers are excited. I was bringing some to Kyovashad to see about setting up orders for the rest of the crop.”

“Banished Lilith and on to delivering grain, are we?”

“The more I learn about the druids of Scosglen, it seems like the least I can do.”

“Have you found anything more about where they may have gone?”

“No, just everyone they left behind,” Kennach sighs.

“Aye, seems to be the way of things in Sanctuary.”

Lorath knows how this kind of guilt grows. It’s not kind. It’s not easy. It’s a bitter thing. Not pleasantly so like the cedar needles. Just bitter for bitter’s sake. The feelings would be even worse on a ride home with nothing but dark thoughts for company.

“Care to stay for some supper? Stew’s about done. Venison. Just tapped a fresh quarter cask, too.”

At the sound of his own invitation, he realizes that the only other chair to sit in is covered in books and papers. He hastily grabs the mess up and shoves it into a too-full bookshelf.

Kennach shrugs out of her great furred cloak and drapes it over the back of her chair. Her bare arms, covered in runes, are even larger and stronger than he remembered. Frequently.

“Only if you let me add drop biscuits to the stew.”

“Lucky for you, I just so happened to get a delivery of flour. Scosglen Red. I heard it's better than the shit coming out of the Dry Steppes. Finer mill. too. Makes your usual flour feel like eating sand.”

She rifles through his cupboards, pulling out ingredients, shouting over her shoulder, “Are you looking for work? I know a a mill looking for a salesman.”

“You couldn’t afford me.”

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The center of the universe is a small wooden table in a windswept cabin, with Kennach and Lorath comfortably captured in its orbit. The beer is good. The stew topped with buttery biscuits is better. But the company is best, as much as he is hesitant to let himself admit it. Not the company herself, but for the complications. Because it always does.

Kennach’s stories about the people met in Scosglen are interesting. Some even funny. Her cheeks grow rosy as the meal and the conversation flows between them. She looks at him too long, but Lorath doesn’t want her to stop. He scoots to her side of the table and leans in too close as she shares charcoal rubbings from a druidic tablet she discovered, captivated by the translations and context she adds to each word and pictograph. He pronounces words wrong to hear her say them over again. He feigns ignorance after she catches on to the farce. She apologizes for shoving her shoulder into his and watching him wince.

It brings out her smile. Stoic on the road, smiling in his home. With him. That realization blooms in his chest. He chides himself for the ease at which this meal and this company has settled into his bones. How his focus on keeping all of this at arm's distance wanes as the evening waxes.

Kennach rests a broad hand on his knee and squeezes. He doesn’t get up or walk away, he leans in closer. She is enveloping.

She presses her lips to his and he returns it threefold. She tastes of beer and cedar. The tightness in his chest whirls. He half expects to see a succubus cackling at him when he opens his eyes, but it’s still the Wanderer. Her lips blushed and bruised. Her nose and cheeks are dappled with even more freckles than he last remembers. From days on the road, he supposes.

“And just how long have you been wanting to do that?” he murmurs.

“Since I stepped back through the portal in Hell and you were still there. Waiting.”

His last conversation with Donan. Time for apologies, unkind words, promises, and goodbyes.

“After Lilith?”

“Yes. I saw you were still there and… I wasn't as afraid.”

“You?” Lorath snorts, “Afraid?”

Kennach stares at him, searching his face for something, before her brow knits together and pain crawls along the edges of her eyes. All the mirth they built together is exorcized from his home. She drops her gaze to the table they share.

“All the time,” she quietly admits.

She was searching his face for sympathy. Understanding. He knows this wound. There are no words or deeds to staunch this kind of bleed. If there were, he’d have found it by now.

Lorath reaches out to gently turn her face towards him. Only when she meets his eyes again, does he continue.

“Me, too.”

The great bear woman nods sheepishly in understanding. The only ones not afraid are the too young and the too old to know better.

He presses his lips to hers gently at first, but she doesn't return it with kindness. Kennach is hurt. She challenges his sweetness with a biting kiss and he happily takes her bitterness. Their teeth clack against each other, but every moment he can keep her here instead of lost in that emotional morass, he’ll take.

“I want you”, she breaks their kiss and whispers against his neck. That one whisper topples his already ruined defenses.

“What's left of me is rotten and craven, but it's yours," he replies.

He slips his fingers under the edge of the thick leather armor of her breastplate where she is soft and yielding. Kennach shivers. The druid made of earth and stone, stalwart in the face of this world’s trials and tribulations, but his fingertips on her skin make her sigh sweetly.

This is why he traveled separately. This was always bubbling just under the surface. He knows how badly this could turn out. Hurt feelings. Hurt hearts. Hurt alliances. It wouldn't be the first time. He's not lucky enough for it to be the last. The Tree of Whispers will have its due. Tonight, though, they’ll have each other.

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#diablo iv #diablo 4 #lorath nahr #lorath diablo #lorath x wanderer #kennach #lorath x druid #lorath x f!druid #bisexual disasters #an inaugural lorath x wanderer fic #middle-aged romance #superfluous flour information #did i look up medieval beer brewing? yes.#did i use it? no.

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