El

I write in both first and third person, mostly dependant on what I feel will work best for the setting. Just ask me to write one in particular, if not I'll just do whatever i want with it. Also, I'm doing this for fun, which means that I'll write at my own pace, so don't expect your fic to be ready within a certain time frame. It could be a few days, it could be never. If I force myself to do it then it won't be as good and I don't want to hand out bad fics.

I'll be posting the fandom fics on ao3, and maybe on here if that's something I can do? I have no idea how that part works so please let me know! Original works will be sent to the person that requested them through tumblr.

I'll show the example below this, it's a few months old but it'll give a general idea of how I write, which I'm hoping to improve via using any requests I get. First person, original work.

Example

I gritted my teeth, pushing myself up on my forearms as I watched the human lift their sword up. Up above their head, grip tight and ready to deliver the final blow to Istryn. He was bleeding out, and I realised that he wasn’t able to move out of the way in time. My power felt drained and unstable, but I had enough. I used the last of it to grab the human – I believe Midan to be his name – and throw him. His back slammed into a rocky wall a decent distance away from them with a loud thud and a pained yell. I watched him go limp, then tried to move myself.

Everything in me was aching in a way I hadn’t felt for a long time, but I dragged myself towards Istryn’s still form. He was alive. He wouldn’t be for much longer though, he was bleeding too much. My magic felt too depleted to even do the simplest of things, so healing was out of the question, and we had no supplies. We hadn’t thought that they’d be necessary and left them behind. After all. It was just one human. A powerless, pathetic human. But he’d clearly attained his goal.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Istryn choked out. I didn’t realise that I’d been staring at him. “Help me sit up.” He encouraged, and I complied. I brought my hands up to his back and shoulders, then pulled him up in one fluid motion. He sucked in a sharp breath, trying to act like the movement hadn’t hurt.

“I apologise. I didn’t mean to be so rough.” I told him, letting him lean against me, his head rested against my shoulder so he didn’t need to support himself and risk straining more than necessary. “Do you want me to take you back?” I then asked, gaze falling down to his torso. His clothes on the side of his stomach were bloodied and sticking to his skin. Too much blood. Far too much. I brought a hand down and firmly pressed against it, being cautious to not damage anything more as I did. Of course this happened the one time they didn’t have the right supplies.

“No. No, it’s okay. We can stay here.” He told me, and I wanted to protest. To drag him back home anyway. I didn’t though. If he wanted to stay here, then we would. As much as it pained me to let this happen to him. “Just stay with me for a while, okay…?” He added in a tired tone. I nodded, holding onto him just a bit tighter.

While we sat together, I began to reconsider the situation, turning my head to look at the paladin. Still alive. I could hear his ragged breathing from where I was sat. Maybe he’d broken his back from taking such a hard hit to it. One could only hope. I looked back down at Istryn, giving him a squeeze when he closed his eyes.

“Stop that. Stay awake.” I bit out in a harsher than intended tone, but I didn’t apologise. Stupid humans. Why did they have to be so squishy? Istryn seemed to notice the change in my tone. He brought a shaky hand up and pressed it against my cheek, forcing my head to turn so I was looking directly into his eyes. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. It made an overwhelming sense of guilt seep into me.

Looking back on the battle, there were so many things I could have done differently that might have prevented his pain. I could have brought extra supplies, could have actually started helping him sooner, I could have even taken the final hit to myself if I’d have thought. It would have prevented me using up the last of my energy, even if it hurt. Then I would’ve been able to get him somewhere safe.

Istryn let out a deep sigh, sounding somewhat like a wheeze, as though he was struggling to breathe properly. “It’s alright.” He whispered, still holding my cheek. He didn’t intend on letting go, so I leaned into the touch. “You did good, Fassarin. Really good. We would’ve lost if it weren’t for you.” That stung a lot more than I’d ever admit to someone. I’d done the bare minimum until it was too late to change it.

“It isn’t okay.” I replied, feeling tears sting at my eyes. Crying, really? I hadn’t cried in a long time. I’d never had reason to until this moment. “We did lose. I don’t see why you think we haven’t, you’re-” I cut my words off. I couldn’t bring myself to say that he was dying. That’d mean actually accepting and acknowledging the fact.

“I know I am. But you’re alive, aren’t you? You’ll finish what we started for me, right?” Istryn’s voice was quiet, soft, and overall gentle. He normally had such a smug and fed up demeanour about himself, it wasn’t right for him to be like this, so accepting of his fate. He was right though. I would finish what we’d started together, even if it killed me, too, in the end.

“I will. You know I will.” I told him, watching him relax at the reassurance. “I promise. I’ll get rid of everyone who wronged us. No matter what,” My words seemed to provide comfort, like a soothing balm to the aches and pains he was experiencing. Nothing more was said, but nothing needed to be. I was happy to just sit there with him and the feeling was mutual. I didn’t cry when he finally stopped breathing, finally free of the agonising pain.