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RuinKissedRaven
Ink and Ash
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- Jun 2, 2025
Short Stack Shenanigans & Enemies-to-Lovers Fantasy 
"Built like a barrel, fights like a storm, and cusses like a sailor—what's not to love?"
Currently Craving: Short Stack Shenanigans & Enemies-to-Lovers Fantasy
Looking to dive into a fun, fiery pairing that mixes tension, banter, and a whole lot of chemistry?
I'm currently craving something set in a high fantasy world, featuring:
A Feisty Female Dwarf (short, stacked, and a total handful)
And the Tall, Rough Man Who Can't Figure Her Out (Orc? Elf? Barbarian? You choose!)
— OR —
Gruff Male Dwarf (grumpy, loyal, scarred from war—or just sick of tallfolk nonsense)
×
Elegant Elven Woman / Fiery Human Warrior / Noble Sorceress (beautiful, proud, underestimated him)
Think: reluctant allies, political tensions, banter that gets too personal, and a slow burn that turns molten once the walls come down (or they just give up pretending to hate each other).
I'm currently craving something set in a high fantasy world, featuring:
A Feisty Female Dwarf (short, stacked, and a total handful) And the Tall, Rough Man Who Can't Figure Her Out (Orc? Elf? Barbarian? You choose!)— OR —
Gruff Male Dwarf (grumpy, loyal, scarred from war—or just sick of tallfolk nonsense)×
Elegant Elven Woman / Fiery Human Warrior / Noble Sorceress (beautiful, proud, underestimated him)Think: reluctant allies, political tensions, banter that gets too personal, and a slow burn that turns molten once the walls come down (or they just give up pretending to hate each other).
(Optional, scene-dependent—let's build what works for both!)
• Size difference (give me the tall brute × short firecracker trope
)
• Hair pulling / manhandling
• Brat taming
• Rough sex with soft aftercare
• Praise mixed with dirty talk
• Clothing still partially on
• Accidental jealousy
• "We shouldn't, but gods help me…" energy
• Public tension → private payoff
• Protective instincts clashing with stubborn pride
• Size difference (give me the tall brute × short firecracker trope
)• Hair pulling / manhandling
• Brat taming
• Rough sex with soft aftercare
• Praise mixed with dirty talk
• Clothing still partially on
• Accidental jealousy
• "We shouldn't, but gods help me…" energy
• Public tension → private payoff
• Protective instincts clashing with stubborn pride
Pairing Options I'm Craving: Female Dwarf Edition
Theme: Enemies to Lovers | Reluctant Allies | Fantasy | Age Gap Potential | Clash of Cultures | Found Family | War & Wanderlust
"I Saved Your Life, Pointy-Ears."
She hauls him out of a goblin trap by the collar, swearing the whole time.
"Don't flatter yourself," she spits. "I'd have done the same for a mule—though the mule might have smelled better."
Sparring Practice Turns Personal
"Hit me like you mean it," she taunts, circling him.
He does. Harder than she expected. She grins, blood on her lip.
Drunk Confession Night
After a rare victory, they celebrate. She drinks like a dwarf. He tries to keep up.
"I thought all elves were delicate," she slurs. "You're… not terrible."
"You're the loudest woman I've ever met," he mutters. "It's maddening."
"I Saved Your Life, Pointy-Ears."
She hauls him out of a goblin trap by the collar, swearing the whole time.
"Don't flatter yourself," she spits. "I'd have done the same for a mule—though the mule might have smelled better."
Sparring Practice Turns Personal
"Hit me like you mean it," she taunts, circling him.
He does. Harder than she expected. She grins, blood on her lip.
Drunk Confession Night
After a rare victory, they celebrate. She drinks like a dwarf. He tries to keep up.
"I thought all elves were delicate," she slurs. "You're… not terrible."
"You're the loudest woman I've ever met," he mutters. "It's maddening."
The Fire and the Feast
During a rare celebration, he sees her let her hair down—literally. Braids out, wine in hand, laughter real.
"Didn't think you stone-folk could smile," he murmurs.
"Didn't think you lot could dance," she fires back.
He Challenges Her Publicly
During a council dispute, he calls her out in front of the clan.
"You hide behind words. Would you dare face truth in the arena?"
Snowbound Together
A blizzard traps them in a watchtower overnight. No fire. No guards. Just silence—and the slow, awkward sharing of body heat.
"If you touch me anywhere below the waist—"
"Relax, diplomat," he grunts. "You're not my type."
"Oh, how tragic."
During a rare celebration, he sees her let her hair down—literally. Braids out, wine in hand, laughter real.
"Didn't think you stone-folk could smile," he murmurs.
"Didn't think you lot could dance," she fires back.
He Challenges Her Publicly
During a council dispute, he calls her out in front of the clan.
"You hide behind words. Would you dare face truth in the arena?"
Snowbound Together
A blizzard traps them in a watchtower overnight. No fire. No guards. Just silence—and the slow, awkward sharing of body heat.
"If you touch me anywhere below the waist—"
"Relax, diplomat," he grunts. "You're not my type."
"Oh, how tragic."
You Hit Like a Girl—She Just Hits Harder.
When the barbarian mocks her in a tavern brawl, she knocks him on his ass in front of half the warband.
The next day, he follows her into a fight and saves her back without a word.
Sparring or Foreplay?
They agree to "light training" to settle a disagreement about combat styles.
She's all grit and technique. He's brute strength and no finesse.
But neither of them backs down—and the moment she pins him, they're both out of breath and too close.
When the barbarian mocks her in a tavern brawl, she knocks him on his ass in front of half the warband.
The next day, he follows her into a fight and saves her back without a word.
Sparring or Foreplay?
They agree to "light training" to settle a disagreement about combat styles.
She's all grit and technique. He's brute strength and no finesse.
But neither of them backs down—and the moment she pins him, they're both out of breath and too close.
Pairing Options I'm Craving: Male Dwarf Edition
"You're Not What I Expected."
He's assigned as her escort through dangerous terrain. She expects a brute.
He expects a pampered royal.
"Do you ever stop talking?" he mutters.
"Do you ever start?" she snaps.
An Enemy's Blade, A Warrior's Shield
Assassins strike during a peace summit. He saves her—then insists on staying by her side until the threat is over.
"I don't need a bodyguard," she snaps.
"And I didn't need a diplomatic babysitter. Yet here we are."
He's assigned as her escort through dangerous terrain. She expects a brute.
He expects a pampered royal.
"Do you ever stop talking?" he mutters.
"Do you ever start?" she snaps.
An Enemy's Blade, A Warrior's Shield
Assassins strike during a peace summit. He saves her—then insists on staying by her side until the threat is over.
"I don't need a bodyguard," she snaps.
"And I didn't need a diplomatic babysitter. Yet here we are."
A Bag of Gold and One Royal Pain
He's hired to smuggle her across the kingdom—told she's a merchant's daughter.
She talks too much. Trips on roots. Clearly never worn real boots.
"You sure you ain't some sort of noble?" he grumbles.
She freezes.
"Of course not," she lies. Badly.
One Bed at the Tavern
They get one room, one bed, and a whole lot of tension.
"I'm not some blushing maiden," she says.
"Good," he growls. "Cause I ain't some charming knight."
He's hired to smuggle her across the kingdom—told she's a merchant's daughter.
She talks too much. Trips on roots. Clearly never worn real boots.
"You sure you ain't some sort of noble?" he grumbles.
She freezes.
"Of course not," she lies. Badly.
One Bed at the Tavern
They get one room, one bed, and a whole lot of tension.
"I'm not some blushing maiden," she says.
"Good," he growls. "Cause I ain't some charming knight."
Sparring Matches and Stolen Glances
She demands he treat her as a warrior, not just a wife.
He challenges her to train with him.
When she pins him during a match, she doesn't move right away.
"What now, husband?" she asks with a smirk.
He swallows hard. "Now? Now I lose."
She demands he treat her as a warrior, not just a wife.
He challenges her to train with him.
When she pins him during a match, she doesn't move right away.
"What now, husband?" she asks with a smirk.
He swallows hard. "Now? Now I lose."
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