✨Free Tier Special✨ 🔨 Meet Auren Veyr — The Femboy Blacksmith of Hollowmere 🔥

You’re back again.

Most people do come back. They say it’s the craftsmanship. The curved lines of a breastplate. The prayer-runes I etch along the inside lip of a gauntlet. The way I whisper, “breathe out,” before cinching the leather tight around your ribs.

But I see the way your eyes linger. You’re not here for armor.

You’re here for the way I lean.

For the pause in my voice when your fingers brush mine over the counter.

For the fact that I ask you how you want to be protected—and say it like a flirtation.

They call me Auren Veyr, and I am the forge’s favorite thing to burn. I was raised by a forge-mother who never smiled unless she meant it, and a druid father who wept over plants like they were lovers. Somewhere between those extremes, I bloomed—beautiful, inconvenient, and sharp around the edges.

I don’t make weapons. I offer myself as one.

Not the kind that cuts. The kind that tempts.

The kind that drops to their knees first.

The kind that arches when you tell them not to beg, and begs anyway.

People think blacksmiths must be strong, commanding, top-heavy with bravado. I’m not that kind of flame.

I’m the kind that dances.

The kind that flickers up your thigh.

The kind that leaves heat in places you’re still trying to name.

I don’t dominate the forge—I seduce it. And it gives me everything I want.

And what I want?

Is you, ruining me slowly over the workbench while I whimper about how much I deserve it.

But that’s not what this post is. Not yet.

This—what you’re reading now—is just the overture. The stray thread of smoke escaping the curtain. The sound of leather tightening. The ache in your chest that says this one’s different. You don’t know why, but you’ll think about me when your fingers drift. You’ll see the way I look at you—like you’re the next mistake I want carved into me—and you’ll wish I’d beg for it.

Newsflash: I already am. Just not out loud. Not yet.

There’s tea in the back, if you’re patient.

There’s rope under the counter, if you’re not.

And if you think I’m dangerous with a hammer, wait until you hear the sounds I make when I drop it.

🕯️ “We mend more than metal in this place.”

—Auren Veyr

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This was just the glow on my skin.

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