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daedrabait · 7 months

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Actually, you know what? @argisthebulwark has inspired me to post a snippet of the last Mercer x Faelon wip I was working on in honor of Skyrim day

Maybe this will give me the inspo I need to continue writing

nsfw and strong language below the cut

"I want to see the vault," Faelon declared as he and Mercer brushed up against each other in the back of the Ragged Flagon. No one was around, but his partner shushed him with a hiss nonetheless.

"What?" The Breton looked up at him with gleaming grey-blue eyes, the flickering candlelight catching them just so. Pretty.

"I said," Faelon started with a grin, "I want to see the vault, Guildmaster. Do you have a problem with that?"

Mercer scoffed, glaring at the elf, his voice lowered into an agitated whisper. "Why? It's empty, anyway. I've moved everything into a safe spot, and the bits you've brought in go straight into our pockets."

Our pockets. He meant his and Faelon's own. The Bosmer traced the rim of his half-full flagon with a pointed, growing nail. Mercer watched him. Faelon knew the Breton was fond of his nails. Maybe it had been part of why he had been letting them grow and had started to file them into points. They left the most lovely scrapes and divets upon Mercer's pale skin.

"Fine. Then I want to see your horde."

"Horde?" The Guildmaster scowled at him, an arched, grey brow raised.

"Don't play coy, dear Mercer. I know you have one. You probably go in there and stroke yourself raw upon all the riches you've extorted from this guild."

The mental image was mouth-watering. Mercer wearing layers of jewelry as he laid upon a pile of gemstones and septims, his pale skin flushed pink as he took his cock in hand. Faelon felt himself start to stiffen beneath his leathers.

Mercer's cheeks pinkened as he pulled his lips back into a snarl. "You're disgusting."

"You're blushing, sweetheart," Faelon hummed as he brushed a hand over the Breton's cheek, his tone light and mocking, "I'm not hearing any denials."

"I'll bet you have a mirror that you watch yourself in. You get naked, put on the prettiest bits of jewelry and swirl around a jeweled goblet of that wine you like so much while you touch yourself," he continued, relishing the image in his mind.

Mercer hissed and shoved his shoulder, causing the Bosmer's back to connect with the nearby stone wall and to spill the ale he was holding. To Faelon's delight, the flush staining his cheeks had darkened and expanded.

"Shut your filthy fucking mouth," Mercer snapped, breathing hard. His eyes were black and lidded as he glared at Faelon.

Purely upon impulse, Faelon grabbed the Breton by his leathers and crashed their lips together. Mercer pressed into the kiss eagerly, swiping his tongue over Faelon's pierced bottom lip. He hummed in pleasure, the noise earning him a firm grip upon the loose hair at his neck.

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debaited · 1 year

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Hopefully I'm not asking any repeats! For Mercer X Faelon:

15. Do they bicker with each other?

16. What are their love languages?

20. Who admitted feelings first?

27. What's their favorite thing to do together?

Thank you for the ask! I love talking about these weird little bastards <3

Mercer & Faelon

15. Do they bicker with each other?

YES. Constantly. They're annoying (affectionate)

16. What are their love languages?

Answered here <3

20. Who admitted feelings first?

Faelon, begrudgingly. But Mercer definitely caught feelings first. He just is too much of an asshole to admit that.

27. What's their favorite thing to do together?

Nefarious things. Crimes. Killing and stealing from people. They're terrible.

#ask games #mutuals <3 #mercer and faelon #oc: faelon #skyrim couples #skyrim ocs

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daedrabait · 11 months

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these screenshots were so cute

#my screenshots #mercer frey #mercer frey x ldb #oc: faelon #modded skyrim #gameplay screenshots #skyrim #tes #tesblr

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daedrabait · 1 year

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happy pride from the most normal tes couple <3

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daedrabait · 1 year

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it’s them...

this drawing took me four months to finally finish ooooo anyway. Faelon and Mercer <3

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daedrabait · 1 year

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A little face reference for Faelon, one of my ldb ocs. He's the oc that I post about the most lately, and the one who I ship with Mercer Frey.

Under the cut, I'm gonna include some more in-depth information about him and his backstory. Feel free to read it if you'd like.

Cw for mentions of cannibalism and canon-typical violence.

Faelon's basic info:

Gender: cis male; he/him

Sexuality: bisexual with a masculine lean

Race: Bosmer

Age: he's somewhere in his 40's; exact number unknown due to memory loss

Height: around 5'5" (he will never admit this)

Love interest/who he is shipped with: Mercer Frey

Morality: Very low. He will steal, kill, or manipulate just about anyone who gets in his way if the mood takes him. He helps people almost always for his own gain and to make them more pliable to him/further his reputation - very manipulative. He sometimes spares people but it's almost always at his own whims and depending on his mood. He usually lets people live just because he thinks it's funny or he feels like it, or because it benefits him in some way.

He is a cannibal whose first remembered meal was the flesh of the wizard who had enthralled him. He later becomes the Champion of Namira.

He wears an amulet of Dibella and worships her for elevated blessings of persuasion and seduction.

Stats:

- master stealth archer

- master lockpick

- adept pickpocket

- very high speechcraft

- great alchemist (he learned by trial and error) (eating ingredients and poisoning himself several times)

- moderately decent at enchantment

- wears exclusively light armor

- terrible with melee weapons. Good at brawling, though.

- terrible at magic. Knows only enough to get by and cast apprentice restoration spells.

Backstory:

Faelon's memory of life before waking up in a wizard's cave nearby Riften is completely wiped away by thrall magic. He only finds out who he was and where he's from by meeting Inigo, who is apparently an old companion who shot him with an arrow and left him for dead 10 years ago in order to avoid splitting the reward the person who hired them was offering.

Faelon remembers nothing about who he used to be or where he is from, but he remembers basic things like how to read, write, talk, eat, kill, etc. He also retained his marksmanship skills.

When he awakens, he kills and eats the wizard who was his master and reads her journals, figuring out that he was a thrall and some tiny bits of info about the way he was forced to live. He finds her map and travels to the nearby city of Riften. By traveling to Riften and following Inigo's notes, and then talking to him, Faelon learns his own name and gleans measly information about who he may have been. Inigo also helps Faelon a lot in his early days of confusion, rage, and vulnerability.

He later learns that he has a younger sister named Baela that he raised from childhood before going missing. He doesn't remember her at all, and Inigo had neglected to mention her for fear of making things more complicated and th assumption that they would never come across her again. They reunite in the Ragged Flagon and this makes Faelon's feelings and confusion much more complicated. They eventually form a complicated and shaky bond while travelling together. (I will prob share more about this later)

He ends up joining sides with Mercer Frey and has a complicated physical (and later romantic) relationship with him as they work together to con the Thieves Guild, eliminate their enemies, and steal the Eyes of the Falmer together. (I will very likely make a post exclusively about their relationship in the future)

Personality:

Faelon holds a ton of anger about what happened to him and for being powerless for so long. He will do just about anything to come out on top of everyone else and is very arrogant and self-serving. He's a sadomasochist. He's very flirtatious and manipulative, and he loves exploring new places and collecting wealth and shiny things. He loves blood and gore. He is also very easily amused and will laugh at just about anything.

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daedrabait · 1 year

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Peak romance is foraging around together for singing plants in a huge mushroom cavern

#faelon and mercer <3 #mercer frey #mercer frey x ldb #gameplay screenshots #modded skyrim #tes 5 skyrim

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daedrabait · 1 year

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I like them a normal amount

#my art #mercer frey #mercer frey x ldb #oc: faelon #skyrim #skyrim oc #skyrim fanart #ship art #thieves guild #bosmer ldb #artists on tumblr #faelon and mercer <3

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daedrabait · 1 year

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Its WIP Wednesday again

I have a snippet from my newest fanfic in progress for my Faelon and Mercer Frey series.

You can read the series here (nsfw so beware)

But anyway - this takes place after Faelon does the Honningbrew Meadery job. For context, Faelon is my Dragonborn who has joined sides with Mercer Frey & is in a (strange) relationship with him. Here's a little peek at their scheming.

Snippet is SFW with lukewarm tension.

"We have business to attend to. I don't want to hear any of your trifles," Mercer snapped, motioning to his desk. He had lots of things on it. A statue of the Grey Fox stood on the edge of the desk, seemingly overlooking the valuables spread about. There were maps and papers there, and Faelon made out the deed amongst it all.

"What do you want me to do with this? It's the same evasive signature from before," the Bosmer growled, annoyed. What the hell was Mercer playing at?

"Only one person would seek to sabotage me. Karliah," the Guildmaster spat the name like it was a curse. Faelon thought to himself that Mercer underestimated the amount of people who disliked him. Even so, he was curious.

"Who is Karliah? I sense a story here," Faelon asked as propped himself against the wooden post of a nearby wall.

The look the Guildmaster threw at him was nothing short of venomous. His lined face was screwed up even more than usual, his eyes dark. "Karliah was part of the Nightingale Trinity. She was one of the best thieves I ever knew. Her and Gallus were close," he said with no small amount of contempt.

"When I killed Gallus, she fled from the scene. This made it remarkably easy for me to frame his death upon her. The little bitch has been plotting against me ever since - she's even had the nerve to send assassins after me on several occasions. And now she dares to muddle into the business of my guild. The guild that I earned from cutting away my own ends while she ran away to grieve a man who had everything handed to him quite easily, including the little wretch herself."

Oh, what bitterness! It was thrilling. Was that a hint of jealousy in his voice?

"Oh yeah? So, what, you were the little outcast of the trinity?" Faelon couldn't keep the grin off his face.

Mercer snarled at him, his grey-blue eyes flashing as he shoved the Bosmer's chest. Oh, he'd definitely hit a nerve. That was interesting.

"Gallus was the perfect leader. The perfect example of a prodigy: giving to the poor, being honest with the guild, using his silver tongue to get everything he ever wanted," Mercer spat, his hands still flush against Faelon's chest. His eyes were a maelstrom of emotions. "He couldn't have let me have one thing. Not even..." His jaw clenched as he wrenched his hands away from the Bosmer's chest. Faelon raised an eyebrow at him, and then it clicked.

Oh.

That was interesting.

"You were jealous," the Dragonborn purred, "You have a thing for this 'Karliah,' don't you?" He didn't attempt stop the chuckles that slipped out of him.

Mercer scowled and drew an ebony dagger, holding it up to Faelon's throat. The elf hummed and bared it willingly, a shower of tingles spreading through him. The Guildmaster growled, "I'm tired of you thinking everything is a joke. We could see how hard you'll laugh while choking on your own blood."

"I won't laugh at your pain again, dear Mercer - on my honor," Faelon hummed as he gripped the blade of the dagger. It was sharp as it bit into his skin. "But this sweet Karliah of yours is a threat to us, yes? How do you plan for us to handle her?"

Mercer's eyes had fallen onto Faelon's lips. The Bosmer smirked. Whatever feelings he had for Karliah in the past or present, the Guildmaster was his. He had Mercer wrapped around his finger.

"We'll have to kill her," the Breton said with a sense of finality. Faelon loved the sound of his voice when he was being serious. It was pitched low and confident. It sent thrills through him.

"Perfect," the Dragonborn hummed, "We're finally getting to the fun part of this grueling bit of business, don't you think?"

#my writing #wip wednesday #mercer frey #mercer and faelon #mercer x ldb #thieves guild #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #tes fanfic #tes #tesblr #writers on tumblr #ao3 fanfiction

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daedrabait · 1 year

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