Greta Ironvale Sends Their Regards

Chapters: 36/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Farkas & Original Female Character(s), Farkas (Elder Scrolls)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: OFC, Farkas, Aela the Huntress, Ria (Elder Scrolls), Delphine (Elder Scrolls), Orgnar (Elder Scrolls), Camilla Valerius, Sven (Elder Scrolls), Faendal (Elder Scrolls), Gerdur (Elder Scrolls), Argis the Bulwark, Nenya (Elder Scrolls), Siddgeir (Elder Scrolls), Vilkas (Elder Scrolls), Ysolda (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: Lots of OCs - Freeform, Skyrim isekai, Modern Girl in Skyrim, song titles as chapter titles, Main Character Not the Dragonborn, Aurora Wolfe - OC, Canon-Typical Violence, Will Break Canon, Not Canon Compliant, Domestic Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Bandits - Freeform, Pop Culture References, Temporal Distortion, Category G5 Geomagnetic Solar Storm, Aurora Borealis, Modded Skyrim, Gavras - OC, Brutal Rape, Gang Rape, Whipping, Hurt/Comfort, Rape Recovery, Arousal During Assault, Involuntary Arousal, Canon-Typical Behavior, Past Domestic Violence, Abuse, Female Nord Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls) - Freeform, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Canon-Typical Drug Use, tipsy sex, Devoured By The Big Bad Wolf, Oral Sex, Porn With Plot, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Sex, Aftercare, Outdoor Sex, Voyeurism, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis In Vagina Sex, Multiple Sex Positions, Masturbation, Fantasy and Fictional Setting Racism, Dialogue Heavy Series: Part 1 of Faasnu Gein Summary:

The storm had been building all day, an eastward front colliding with the last gasp of northern air to produce a cell so dense the sky went green at noon. Wind battered the glass so hard Aurora Wolfe half-expected her grandmother’s prized stained-glass windows to implode, but so far, the house held. The floors, old polished hardwood, seemed to list and tremble beneath her feet.

Aurora barely noticed. The couch beneath her was an island, its threadbare arms worn bald by restless hands and anxious afternoons. Aurora had spent the last three hours here, cocooned in the world of Skyrim, systematically ignoring the outside: the storm, the house, the growing ache in her hands, and the time. It was easier to focus on the flicker of digital fire, the clean crunch of sword through simulated bone, the simple clarity of quest markers than to think about the real world, the real storm, or the man who was always coming home drunk.