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Snowberries & Wolf Teeth

Vilkas x Farkas x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, kissing, F/M/M, brief mentions of Vilkas & Farkas’ beast forms, oral sex (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), multiple creampie, breeding, multiple positions, possessive behavior, alcohol, brief aftercare

Word Count: 3.4k

At the New Life Festival during Evening Star, the Wolf Twins make their claim on you.

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Whiterun is bathed in luminous light.

Masser and Secunda are large in the night sky. Along with the two moons is an aurora of blue and green which only adds to the lights of the festival. Makeshift lamps line the streets of Whiterun. From them hang wreaths made of pine and snowberries. It’s true winter now. There is an intense chill in the air, and many within Whiterun predict that the first snowfall of the year will arrive any day.

Tonight, the citizens of Whiterun celebrate the New Light Festival. Typically, one of the major cities across Skyrim host the festival, especially where the Empire has a firm hold. Solitude is the most popular place to hold it, and while you’ve only been to the city a few times in your life, you’ve never gone during the New Light Festival.

This year, Whiterun is celebrating on its own, and the Companions are graciously allowing the festivities to be held in their mead hall, Jorrvaskr. You’ve been inside before, mostly to make an excuse to talk to Farkas or Vilkas. They both shower you with affection, and neither seems upset that the other chases after you. Sometimes, they actively pursue you together.

Will you eventually have to choose? Or are they willing to share? Is that even an acceptable outcome for either of them?

You move with the growing crowd toward Jorrvaskr. The large double doors are wide open, and from within the mead hall comes music and the rich scent of roasting meat. Many people linger around the Gildergreen or on the steps outside Jorrvaskr. Everyone is dressed in festive attire and groups of children chase each other, weaving through the crowd, giggling as they go.

As you enter Jorrvaskr, you’re immediately hit with a wall of warmth. Below, the firepit is blazing. Over it is roasting venison, chicken, and duck. Several members of the Companions stand around it, keeping an eye on the roasting meat. The doors to the courtyard are also open and the crowd spills out toward the Skyforge.

You walk along the interior wall of the mead hall, heading for the large barrels that contain mead. When you take your first sip, your body immediately warms from the bite of the alcohol. After grabbing a drink, you head for the sweets, selecting a tart to snack on while you wait for some of the meat to come off the fire.

The tart is coated with dusting sugar and syrup. It sticks to your fingers, and you’re constantly sucking on them to try and consume every sugary morsal.

From the back doors that lead out into the courtyard, you notice couples dancing. You smile, watching them move together in unison, chewing slowly on the tart as you watch them.

“Are you wanting to dance?”

You jump at the voice in your ear. Turning sharply, you laugh aloud as you realize who it is.

“You startled me, Vilkas.”

“My apologies,” he replies, retreating slightly.

While he wears his signature wolf armor, it’s all clean and polished to an immaculate shine. Over his right shoulder hangs a cloak of black. His black hair is slicked back and styled nicely. Vilkas is dressed for the occasion. He’s always been handsome to you, but this only highlights how attractive he is.

“Would you still like a dance?” he asks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Could I have several?” you tease, delicately licking some of the sugary power off your thumb.

“As many as you wish,” he agrees, reaching out to snag your wrist. Vilkas brings your hand to his mouth, and he licks up a stray drop of syrup.

You finish the tart and mead quickly, handing off the empty mug to be cleaned. Then you slide your hand in Vilkas’, the two of you heading for the dancers. While a warrior, Vilkas does not step on your feet or mess up. He knows all the traditional dances of Skyrim, leading you through them so naturally it’s startling.

By the end of the third dance, you’re clutching your chest, a little winded but happy. His face is slightly flushed but he’s grinning widely, and you desperately wish to kiss him.

“A drink?” asks Vilkas, offering his hand.

“Please.” You slide your hand into his, and Vilkas escorts you to the doors of the mead hall.

With drinks in hand, you and Vilkas head for a quiet corner away from everyone else. You lean against the wall and Vilkas stands with his back to the room, creating a private cocoon. It’s intimate, and the closeness brings heat to your cheeks that quickly radiates outward to your limbs.

“I’ve been looking for the two of you.”

Farkas appears from behind Vilkas. He stands to Vilkas’ left, adding an extension to the cocoon. He is dressed nearly identical to Vilkas, except his hair which is loose and wild around his head. Farkas grins and you instantly melt.

Maybe it’s the mead, but you have a distinct feeling that cannot be the case. They always make every part of you tingle, usually in the most secret places, and this stepping around what you really want is starting to eat away at you. You want them, and you might as well go for it.

“It’s a little loud in here,” you reply. “Is there somewhere else we could go?” You purposefully lean into Vilkas while placing your hand on Farkas’ chest.

They both perk up. At first, they’re slightly confused, but they both realize exactly what you mean rather quickly. Vilkas’ grin is knowing and sultry, but Farkas blushes hard as he suddenly understands what you’re implying.

“This way,” nods Vilkas in the direction of the nearest set of stairs. They lead downward toward Jorrvaskr’s living quarters.

Glancing over his shoulder, Vilkas observes the room before placing his hand on your upper arm to steer you toward the stairs. Farkas follows too, creating a buffer so no one notices that you’re pressed in between them.

As Vilkas approaches the door, he places a hand against the wood, pushing it open enough for you to slip inside first. Farkas follows behind, and then Vilkas steps in behind his brother. When the door is in place, it completely shuts out the noise from the party.

It’s incredibly quiet down here. So much so that it takes a moment for you to realize that the three of you are not entirely alone. From the doorway in front of you leading into a sleeping area, you distinctly hear low moans of pleasure and the slap of skin against skin.

You step back and bump into Vilkas. His hand is on your waist, sliding over your lower back to eagerly grip your hip.

“Is that what you’re wanting? With us?” he whispers against your ear.

Yes. You’ve wanted it for weeks now.

“Is that okay?” you respond, wanting to make sure that they both agree to this.

Vilkas glances at his brother and Farkas nods in agreement. “We accept this.”

“Oh,” is all you say, as the couple just across the hall grow louder in volume.

Are you surprised by this? Not really, and yet you are. Did you fear rejection or even disinterest? Yes, but even that seems false. What reason have either of them given to make you suspect that they didn’t want you?

Vilkas’ hand on your waist is an anchor. His fingers dig into your hip as he pushes forward, guiding you away and down the hall. Farkas stands close enough that his arm brushes against yours, but he does not put his hands on you. It isn’t until the three of you turn down a short hall and enter a small bedroom that Farkas reaches out to touch.

Their hands are everywhere the moment the door to the little bedroom is shut. Vilkas is grabbing at your hips and waist, pulling you toward him while Farkas lightly tugs on your hair, arching your neck, exposing your throat for his mouth to place kisses on. Farkas begins at the hollow of your throat and works upward until he finds your lips.

The kiss is deep. Blistering. A demand.

When he breaks away, you’re breathless, wanting more of him. But Vilkas fills that void, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling you in to discover your taste. While Vilkas learns your mouth, Farkas’s hands roam over your back and sides, eventually settling on the curve of your ass. He squeezes through the fabric, and then gives it a light slap that causes your hips to jerk forward and into Vilkas.

Vilkas breaks away and laughs softly, one hand reaching up to unclasp the cloak hanging over his shoulder. He gently tosses it onto a nearby stool. Farkas follows suit, the two of them slowly undoing hooks and clasps to loosen their armor.

“Which part should we remove from you first?” asks Vilkas in a sultry purr. His gaze roams over your body, and his heated gaze leaves you feeling exposed.

“Everything should go,” answers Farkas as he reaches up to play with the adornments of threaded dried snowberries in your hair. “But these should stay. I like them.”

Vilkas nods. “I agree.” His chest plate falls away and he sets it down near the door.

The two of them are taking their time, watching you watch them. It’s a drawn-out dance. An anticipation.

When Farkas’ hands fall on your shoulders, you nearly jump in surprise. But he is entirely gentle when those fingers slip under the fabric to push it over and down your shoulders. Your dress surrenders to him, stopping briefly at your hips before completely falling to the floor at your feet. You are just as bare as they are.

The moment your nakedness is revealed, Vilkas’ nostrils flare like he’s inhaling your scent. His hands, which are at his sides, clench and unclench. All the while, Farkas’ hands are on your body, touching and caressing in soft strokes that chip away at your autonomy. They make you compliant and weak. Leaning back against him, you admire Vilkas’ muscled form.

He stalks forward, and every muscle ripples as he walks. When he’s close enough you reach out to touch him at the same moment he touches you. There is a hand around your throat, but you’re not sure which one it is.

Vilkas’ head tilts downward, his nose brushing your cheek as his lips meet yours. The sound he makes in his throat is low and feral. Hungry. Everything is tense, and the hands that touch you only tighten as if you’ll try to dart away like a frightened doe.

But you won’t run. Not from them.

Vilkas breaks the kiss and cups the sides your face in both of his hands. Those pale eyes of his are piercing, serrated and sharp like a blade. “Do you want this? Like we want this?” His gaze darts over your face, seeking confirmation.

You nod. “Yes. Please. I want—need, the both of you.”

Farkas’ hand slides over your stomach and between your legs. You gasp when his fingers run through your slickness. Using his index and middle finger, he parts your sex, and the moment he does, the two of them close their eyes, inhaling deeply.

There is something deeply primal about what they’ve just done. When they open their eyes there are small swirls of yellow there that weren’t there before. Vilkas’ lips part slightly, and you notice a sharpness to his canines.

“On the bed,” he murmurs. “Legs open.”

Farkas relinquishes his hold on you but Vilkas is right there, walking with you, sliding his hands up your legs once you fall back onto the bed and open them wide. His hovers between them only a moment before his head dips and his tongue slides over your sex.

It is a shock of sensation, one that ripples up to the crown of your head and to the tips of your toes. Vilkas feasts, alternating between licking, sucking, and kissing, seeking out what will make you come undone.

The bed dips near your head. Farkas is there, his hand sliding under your head to tangle in your hair. He is careful of the adornments, guiding you up onto your elbows. You know what he wants, and you obediently open your mouth, presenting your mouth to him.

He groans, and rubs the head of his cock on your tongue before you close around him. Vilkas swirls his tongue around your clit at the same moment you swirl your tongue around the head of Farkas’ cock. Your pussy clenches, relaxes, and then Vilkas slides a finger inside of you to the knuckle.

Vilkas pumps in time with the movement of his tongue while your head bobs up and down Farkas’ cock. Farkas’ hold on the back of your head is strong but not domineering. He isn’t controlling this. He’s allowing you to take charge.

Vilkas sucks your clit into his mouth and you moan around Farkas’ cock, the muscles in your thighs tightening, wanting to close around Vilkas’ head. He sucks again and Farkas’ cock pops from your mouth. Your hand goes out to grasp the base but it’s more to settle you than him. Vilkas has found that rhythm, and he is working you quickly toward an end.

He sucks again. Swirls his tongue. Then you’re sinking into yourself as the orgasm bubbles up and consumes you. The room you’re in grows a bit distant, and then it all comes hurtling forward as Vilkas continues to tease your clit with his tongue.

Your back aches off the bed, and someone’s hand is around your throat, guiding you to a seated position as Vilkas pushes up from between your legs, one hand still moving casually between them.

“Do you want me here?” he asks slowly, pumping his finger in and out of your pussy. “Or would you like me here?” Removing his fingers, he presses the sticky tips to your lips, dragging them across your flesh, leaving a glossy trail behind.

Your lips part and Vilkas takes that as an answer. With their hands on you, you don’t need to move. They guide you into position. Vilkas reclines in the bed, back against the headboard while you go onto your hands and knees between his legs.

Farkas settles on the bed behind you, his hands rubbing up and down your back before going to your hips, easing them up slightly for a better angle. You wrap your hand around the base of Vilkas’ cock at the same moment Farkas presses down a bit, arching your back, forcing your legs to slide open.

You pump Vilkas a few times before leaning in to kiss the tip. A pearly bead of precum blooms in the slit, and you eagerly lick it up with the tip of your tongue. Another blooms in its place, and you swirl your tongue around the flared head before licking the entire length of from base to tip.

Behind you, Farkas lines himself up, the head of his cock catching on your entrance, easing slowly inch by inch. He’s gentle, rolling his hips in light, shallow thrusts that allow your body to acclimate to him. A few more strokes and Farkas slides home to the hilt.

You’re full. Stretched. Filthy and feral.

You take the head of Vilkas’ cock into your mouth, holding him there while the salvia collects. Then, you swallow him down, your lips touching your hand as Farkas retreats before thrusting forward.

Hollowing your cheeks, you slide back up, and then repeat the process, bringing in your hand to pump him in time with your upward passes. Farkas moves one hand to your waist while the other stays on your hip, his pelvis slapping against your ass with each thrust.

Farkas thrusts. Grinds his hips forward. Hold there a moment. “Shall we make her ours?” he asks. You cannot see his face but you can see Vilkas. The corner of his mouth twitching until it pulls into a full smile.

“Haven’t we?” he replies, one eyebrow arching.

“She needs our marks.” You feel Farkas’s hand slide upward to clutch the back of your neck. He pulls you off Vilkas’ cock, bringing you flush against his chest. His other hand slides forward to cradle your stomach. “And our whelp, too.”

Vilkas’ grows burning hot. The swirling yellow intensifies. “And what does she say to this?” His head tilts to the side slightly, appraising you.

You’re still pressed against Farkas, his cock buried deep within you. “I want the both of you. In all ways.”

Farkas’ pleased groan against your throat goes straight to your pussy. You clench around him and his fingers reflexively dig into your skin.

“Give her to me, Farkas.”

The loss of Farkas’ cock is immediate. He draws away just as Vilkas sits up entirely and pulls you into his lap, turning you around to lay back against him. Vilkas’ hands slide forward to the backs of your thighs and then hook under your knees. He draws them to your chest and Farkas is already moving, returning to your body easily. Farkas places one hand against the wall above Vilkas while the other presses into your hip. You’re trapped between them, and the sensation is lovely.

You’re entirely at their mercy, and it feels good. It feels right.

Farkas uses the leverage of the wall to set a pounding rhythm that shakes the bed. You rest your head against Vilkas’ shoulder and surrender to them.

But Vilkas is not idle.

He adjusts his grip on one of your knees enough that he can reach between you and Farkas’ bodies to rub your clit. You’re already sensitive from when his tongue was on you, and a few well-placed strokes have you clenching around Farkas.

Farkas groans, hips slamming forward as he finishes. His chest heaves but he doesn’t immediately pull out. Instead, the hand on your hip disappears to grab the lower-half of your face. He draws you to him enough that he can lean down and kiss you.

“It’s my brother’s turn,” he murmurs against your mouth.

Farkas draws back, and then Vilkas is lifting you into his lap, lining himself up to sink inside. Your groan loudly, toes curling as he settles to the hilt. There is nothing left for you to do but hold on as he guides you up and down his cock.

“Touch yourself.”

Sighing, you slide your hand between your spread legs to work yourself. Each thrust and every stroke of your hand sends a little tremor through your legs. Vilkas makes a sound deep in his throat as he nuzzles your neck. He continues to rock his hips, upping the rhythm of his thrusts until your breath comes in short gasps of pleasure. Your eyes begin to close, eyelids fluttering with every tingle in your clit.

“You’re ours,” murmurs Vilkas against your flesh. “Ours.” On that final word, he growls, and holds you in place as he thrusts up into you.

His grunts and your groans fill the room. It isn’t until you come down from an orgasm that you realize that Vilkas is done, merely waiting for you to join them in reality. Every bit of you is sore and the dried bead-like snowberries in your hair clack together as Vilkas helps you out of his lap.

Farkas is right there with a damp cloth, sliding it between your legs to wipe away the stickiness. His movements are slow, and once he’s done, Vilkas is pulling you into his arms, snuggling down into the furs. Farkas slides in on your other side, their bodies intertwining with yours, creating a nest of limbs.

Their bodies are warm like a fire in a hearth. There is an arm around your waist, on your hip, cupping a breast. They settle into rest, but do not sleep. You are the one who drifts, and it is they that coax you back when their need for you grows too great.

If morning comes, you are not aware. And if night follows, you are unaware of that. You are aware of their tongues and teeth. You are aware of how they pass you between them, keeping you full and perfectly pliant to their every demand.

“We’re never letting you go, sweet one,” murmurs Vilkas before he sucks a nipple into his mouth.

Farkas’ hand slides to the front of your throat, pulling you back until you’re looking at him. “Never.”

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martindeservedbetter · 15 days

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the only exception

Vilkas x F! Harbinger! Dragonborn! Reader

PART ONE

word count: 4697

triggers: none

summary: Vilkas doesn't believe in love. But his harbinger sure does. Is there anything he can do to get her mind off of being single? Yes. Yes, there is.

prompt: from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff List #2 prompt 61

“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that, you can look after

yourself…I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.”

preview:

“Two beds.” Vilkas slid the septims to the woman.

“I’m sorry to say we don’t have two beds available, just one.”

Vilkas turned to Y/n, who was half asleep on his arm.

“That will do just fine, do you happen to have an extra fur-”

The woman stared at Y/n, then back to Vilkas.

“You sure you need two?”

Love had never been very important to Vilkas. Sure, he loved the camaraderie the Companions had, but it wasn't family. Farkas understood family, and how to love, so when Farkas announced his engagement to Feyna, it didn't phase Vilkas.

Though, it was certainly a wake-up call for Y/n, who had been their Harbinger for the past two years since Kodlak had passed on to Sovngarde. And this phased Vilkas.

He watched her smile back at Farkas, but he saw the heartbreak in her eyes. She had always spoken about wanting to be married by now. To be loved by now. And she was watching it slip through her fingertips.

"We'd love it if you all came to our ceremony next week!"

Farkas shouted, pulling Feyna into his side.

Cheers erupted from the Companions, all hoisting mugs of mead toward the couple. Aela then began a speech about Farkas, but Vilkas hadn’t bothered to listen as Y/n’s face did not match her actions.

"Y/n?"

Vilkas caught her saddened eyes.

"Are you alright?"

It was the sudden change in her face that shattered her facade of peace.

"Of course, no need to worry Vilkas."

But that did not answer his question, but he knew that she wouldn’t answer him, not in her current state.

"To Farkas!” the others answered, quickly following suit.

And as it turns out, it would be much harder to garner her attention.

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It was a quieter day in Whiterun, and Y/n had deemed it her own day off and told the Companions to spend the day as they saw fit.

This only piqued Vilkas’s interest, as he saw his beloved Harbinger don something other than the armor she usually adorned. It was a soft beige tunic, half-tucked into her cloth pants, and with her boots laced up. Even her hair was styled a bit differently, the hairs she usually kept from her face, were now loose and free…

“Where are you off to today, Y/n?”

Vilkas asked, catching her at the front door.

“Vilkas!”

He watched as her body tensed at the sound of his voice. She seemingly missed him standing at the door.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, I just know that today we are free to take a break from our daily training, and well you seemed dressed up-”

“I’m just going to the market.”

“May I join you?”

Her eyes widened briefly, before returning to her previous facial expression.

“I suppose that would be fine, I just didn’t want to be identified… Just blend in a bit, you know?”

He glanced down at his armor-clad form and met her eyes once more.

“I can change?” He offered, and she laughed.

“You want to join me that badly that the wolf of Jorrvaskr wants to become a man?”

He flushed, as even he didn’t know why he wanted to join her so badly, but he just swallowed and nodded.

“Maybe we can at least get that warpaint off,” she smiled.

“If that would please you of course.”

“Please me?”

He groaned,” Ignore me Y/n. I’ll get civilianized and return to you.”

She just rolled her eyes and set her hand on the sword's hilt strapped to her side.

It wasn’t long until Vilkas returned, hair tied tight, wearing just a tunic and trousers, a sword still strapped to his back. His warpaint had gone, but his icy blues were just as piercing as ever.

“Is this more acceptable?”

And the smile on her face had made all of his hassle worth it.

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“Hello Carlotta, how have sales been going?”

“Y/n!”

Carlotta ran to the front of her stall, wrapping her arms around the Harbinger.

“I don’t see you often enough.”

They parted from each other and Y/n’s hand fell to the back of her neck.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to see you more.”

Carlotta’s eyes fell on Vilkas.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a beloved.”

The pair's eyes widened, as they both began quickly trying to explain that they were not in fact that.

She gave a knowing smile but said nothing.

“Well then, what would your name be sir?”

“Oh, Vilkas.”

“A quiet one, eh? Just like Mila’s father,” it was a sad smile that graced her lips, and Vilkas knew that it would be extremely rude if he tried to learn about the man.

“He was determined to come with me to see you today.”

“Oh was he?”

The way the women teased him sent chills down his spine, as he was not used to being belittled or put on the spot like this. But he stayed silent, watching the women interact, and watching a side of Y/n he had not yet gotten to see.

“So, no man yet, Y/n?”

“Carlotta!” Y/n hissed, and Vilkas could hear the same pain in her voice as when Farkas announced his wedding.

“Well, it’s been two years of you claiming you’d be wed and-”

Vilkas threw an arm over her shoulder, pulling Y/n closer to himself.

“She’s actually doing quite well despite her goal. She’s very important in my life.”

“Vilkas…”

Carlotta simply nodded, but there was a glimmer in her eye.

“Oh! It seems to me I have a new customer, it was great talking to you Y/n! I hope to see you sooner?”

Y/n sighed but nodded.

“I will speak with you again soon Carlotta.”

And they turned from her stand, but all Vilkas could feel were Y/n’s eyes boring into him.

“What?”

“Why did you stand up for me then?”

She didn’t meet his eyes but simply continued up the stairs back to Jorrvaskr.

“It was only right.”

“She was just teasing.” She paused and met his eyes.

“You didn’t like it.

And she opened her mouth to retort, but seemingly couldn’t find the words.

“Let’s just go home.”

And their market trip seemed to have come to a sudden halt.

But why did he still want to be closer?

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"Y/n?"

It was a quiet voice, as he had decided to creep into her room. And there she was slumped over her desk, softly muttering things in her sleep.

Vilkas just chuckled, this was no way for her to sleep.

"C’mon, let's get you to bed-"

"But what about me? Am I not allowed to be happy?"

Vilkas stopped in his tracks, maybe he shouldn't wake her.

"What do you mean Harbingers don't get married?! That's not fair-!"

A tear rolled down her cheek, and Vilkas immediately changed his approach.

"Y/n," he brushed the hair from her face," Y/n, wake up."

Her eyes fluttered open and met his icy blues.

"Vilkas? Why aren't you asleep?"

There was no lace of sleep in those words, she had just sat upright, and he could just feel the tension in her shoulders.

"I wanted to check on you, but then I saw you weren't sleeping well…"

"You didn't hear anything right?"

His voice caught in his throat.

"You did. Please don't tell anyone-"

"You're allowed to love, Y/n. None of us will hold that against you, I won't hold it against you."

"...Can I be honest with you Vilkas?"

"Of course."

"I don't think I'm unlovable, I just think that no man will ever want to marry a woman with that much authority."

Vilkas smiled," There will be someone. It would be impossible not to love you."

He paused for but a moment then continued with," Let's get you to bed."

As soon as she rose from her chair, Vilkas swept her off her feet and carried her toward her bed.

"I could have walked you know."

"Well someone needs to care for you! Might as well be me."

And there was no sparky comment to follow.

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It wasn't strange for Vilkas to keep an eye on everyone’s training. He was one of the members of the Circle, and many of the others would do the same. However, it was strange to Vilkas that he would always keep his eye on one person, Y/n.

She was their newest little whelp who had begun her climb through the ranks, now even outranking himself, as his Harbinger. She had very easily won him over, and he was almost proud of her.

"Hey, Vilkas!"

He was drawn out of his own thoughts by that very same person, and he made his way over to her.

"Yes? What is it?"

"So you know how I’ve been trying to learn how to fight with any weapon right? I've got the bow and short swords down, but I can't get this greatsword. And well, you train whelps with greatswords, so I was hoping you could help me too."

"Yeah, of course just show me what you've got."

She nodded and began swinging at the practice dummy, only laying a couple of solid blows before stopping herself.

"So first of all your stance is all wrong. Move your feet closer together."

"Like this?"

He watched her feet shift slightly, but not to his liking.

"Not like that," he came up behind her, wrapping his hands over hers and correcting her stance with his body.

"You're going to want to put your whole body into it. It'll drive more force through with each blow. So that's why you need a solid footing."

As he spoke, his warm breath tickled her ear.

"Alright, but then how do I take a swing and not leave myself vulnerable?"

"That comes with practice. Which actually," he released her from his arms," Stay here, there might be something I have to help you out."

And Vilkas jogged his way back into Jorrvaskr and tried to ignore Tilma’s complaints as he broke into a sprint when he made his way inside.

“Idiotic child…”

He knew it was stupid, going out of his way to help train his Harbinger, but that didn’t stop him as he grabbed the wooden sword Jergen had given him.

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The toy was slipped out of his grasp.

"I think you're ready for a true sword. Remember Vilkas, a man's strength is not ability, but in his heart," Jergen explained.

"But I'm not strong enough! It's too heavy-"

"You'll grow into it. I know you will."

The large steel blade was placed in his hands.

“You will be ready, and I pray this blade helps you for a lifetime.”

___________________

“Here, let’s start with this.”

“A wooden blade?” Y/n laughed,” Aren’t I a bit advanced for this?”

“This blade has served a young boy very well. It was the way his father trained him. He was a foolish boy, but regardless, this blade was kind to him.”

“This was yours? Did Jergen-”

Vilkas nodded.

“So let’s try this stance again shall we?”

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It wasn’t a difficult mission, and it was the first one Y/n had taken on in quite some time. She of course had her jobs as the famous Last Dragonborn, but this one she took up upon her title of Harbinger. Vilkas, of course, volunteered to be her shield-brother to which she accepted.

The mission was simple. There was some monster threatening a small village on the outskirts of Riften, just at the border of Skyrim and Morrowind. Truly no big deal for such experienced warriors as the Harbinger and her wolf.

That was until Y/n was face to face with a rabid werewolf and the oncoming panic attack she had no control over. She froze mid-battle and couldn’t stop the way her body shook, or the way her blade fell from her hands.

Vilkas jumped in and fought the beast in her stead, fending off the wolf from its violent attacks. When the beast fell, Vilkas sighed and turned to her. She had fallen to her knees, and words began to fall from his mouth.

“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that, you can look after yourself…I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.”

“Vilkas…”

She threw herself into his arms and began to sob.

“I was so scared, I am so scared.”

“I’m here, Y/n. I’m here.”

His hands found themselves tangled within her locks, as her face was buried into his chest. The silence in the wood was only pierced by her sobs as she shook.

“I’m here…” he mused, holding her tighter.

He understood her fear, the curse that came with being a companion was horrid. It happened to be why she never shifted, and why Vilkas found it hard for himself to do so. He was never quite proud of being a beast, but any pride he had was gone when he realized how much she hated the beast.

She let out a sigh and began to try to compose herself.

"I'm okay. You can let me go now."

But Vilkas didn't miss the way her eyes still held sadness and the way her voice wavered just a bit.

"Don’t force yourself to be okay, Y/n. I can be strong for you right now. You can be human."

He watched as the tears came to her eyes again, and he pulled her into himself again. It was a gentle hold, his hands rubbing her back.

Kiss her.

Vilkas shook off the thought. It was not the place nor time to do so. And besides, how could she love a beast like him…

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They had reached the edge of Eastmarch and had planned to stop in Windhelm for the night. Y/n had been very quiet for most of the ride, and Vilkas took this as a sign that he should take the lead for the rest of their trip.

They had handed their horses to the stablemaster and headed toward the city gates. Vilkas had noticed the way that Y/n would lag behind him, almost shuffling her feet.

“You know Y/n, I could just carry you.”

“I’m quite alright Vilkas.”

And yet she still didn’t match his slowed pace, or even look at him while answering his comment.

“Alright, that’s it.”

And he hoisted her up in his arms.

“Vilkas! Vilkas I demand that you put me down this instant! As your harbinger, I-”

“In all due respect, I’m not going to listen to you just this once.” He looked down at her.

“Vilkas-”

“Please, Y/n.”

His voice came out a little too weak, and he prayed she didn’t notice. And she just relented, arms finding their way around his neck and averting her eyes from onlookers, for fear of crippling embarrassment.

He made his way up the steps into Candlehearth Hall, and only then let her stand on her two feet.

“We’ve made it, I assume you’d like to be upright when getting a bed.”

She hummed in response, still clinging to him tightly.

He held the door for her as they walked to the bar.

“Two beds.” Vilkas slid the septims to the woman.

“I’m sorry to say we don’t have two beds available, just one.”

Vilkas turned to Y/n, who was half asleep on his arm.

“That will do just fine, do you happen to have an extra fur-”

The woman stared at Y/n, then back to Vilkas.

“You sure you need two?”

He despised the way that the warmth crept to his ears.

“I’m certain.”

The woman tried to contain her reactions, but simply resigned to gesturing a hand toward the rooms, and walked ahead of the two in leading them to the available room.

"Enjoy your stay."

Vilkas nodded to the woman before turning to Y/n, who had already set her pack against the bedframe. She was currently struggling to remove her sheath from her belt.

“Y/n,” he called, already by her side, hands on her sheath.

“Let me. You’re exhausted. Don’t strain yourself, we have a long ride to Whiterun at dawn.”

Her eyes locked with his, hands still firmly gripped on the leather strap.

“Y/n,” there was a soft smile on his lips,” Please, let me take care of you.”

Her hands went slack, and he pulled the sheath from her, leaning it up against the side table. She then stripped from her armor, and Vilkas felt the need to turn away. He began to strip from his own, slipping off his bracers and boots before taking off the heavier pieces.

Vilkas did not turn to Y/n until he was in nothing but a tunic and trousers and saw she was in the same. She sat on the edge of the bed, silently, which would be fine if all she had done was wait for him to finish, but Vilkas could tell this was not the case for his dear Harbinger.

“Y/n… is there anything I can do for you?” His hand grabbed her own, not even thinking as he sat beside her. The wolf of Jorrvaskr softening, his eyes becoming that of a love-sick pup, not the sharp, cold ones she had come to know.

“Vilkas…”

She fell onto him, head pressed to his side, letting out a sigh.

“...I’m terrified.”

He turned to look down at her, an arm finding its way around her shrinking body. With the other, he brushed away loose hairs.

“What is scaring you?”

“That wolf today… That could be me…” Her voice began to waver. “It is not you.” His grip tightened around her.

“But Vilkas-”

“You are not a monster. You have never been one. Nor will you ever be. Do you remember the first time you shifted?”

He felt her tears fall onto his hand, and heard her cry out a weak “no”.

He rubbed her shoulder,” You didn’t attack anyone. You seemed to be aware of your surroundings. Didn’t hurt a single person.”

“Really?” She sniffled.

“Really. Our gentle Harbinger. A true alpha. You protect the weak and never lead us astray.”

She turned to him and stared at him closely.

“Just, Vilkas, I…”

He gave her arm a squeeze.

“I hate the beast blood…”

“I know, I know…”

“I want it gone!” She sobbed, burying her head in Vilkas’s chest.

“I know my dear… There have been rumors you know…”

He ran a hand through her hair.

“Rumors that there is a cure to lycanthropy… I’ve been trying for proof, and I will not rest until I have an answer for you.”

His heart melted at the way her eyes lit up, this smothered light finally beginning to find that spark again.

“I want to help you.”

“By all means, you may, but I’m doing this for you regardless. Should you want it, that is.”

“I want to.”

There was a smile on her face again, such a smile he hadn’t seen in months. Gods above, if he could see this every day, Vilkas would give up anything. She was a refreshing aura, a rejuvenating one. She could ask him to leash the wind, and by the gods, he’d find a way, if it meant he’d get to see but a glimpse of that smile.

“Then we’ll find it together. But Y/n, you need your rest. You take the bed. I’ll sleep by the door-”

He stood up, hand resting against the hilt of his blade that he had leaning against the bed.

“You don’t have to Vilkas, the bed is more than big enough to share.” She grabbed the sleeve of his tunic.

He gave a soft laugh, grabbing her hand.

“I’m quite a large man, Y/n. And besides, wouldn’t you mind sleeping beside a man?”

“Not you.”

He tried to stifle a cough.

Blasted woman.

“C’mon, grab that fur. We can share a mattress for a night Vil.”

“Uh, of course. If that’s what you wish.”

“It is.”

There’s that damn smile. By Shor, my heart’s gonna explode.

She sat on the side by the wall, legs tucked underneath her. Y/n was sitting on her knees, hands in her lap, and this beautiful smile was plastered to her face.

“Well, uh, then. I suppose that settles it. Remember we leave at dawn-”

“Vilkas…” she laughed,” just sleep. We will be okay.”

“Very well.”

Vilkas took his fur and draped it over himself, turning to catch a glimpse of Y/n, which made his heart leap.

Shut it you damn heart.

“Goodnight Vilkas,” Y/n murmured, and Vilkas took that as his cue to dim the lantern and try to catch a bit of sleep. After all, they had a big journey ahead of them.

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Whiterun. Finally.

“I’ll race you to the city!” she called, kicking her steed.

“What?! How is this fair!? Y/n!”

But she was already much too ahead.

He huffed and set his horse to a trot, but couldn’t get the prior night out of his head.

Her hands would grab for me in the night… And she looked so peaceful, much calmer than the night I found her at her desk. By Mara, if that could be-

“Snap out of it Vilkas. With your blood, she’ll-”

He sighed and made his way to the city, stopping to drop his horse at the stables, and made his way to the city gate. There stood Y/n, staring at a letter. She held it with tight hands, eyes scanning the page with increasing speed.

“What is that? Y/n.”

“I-It’s from Kodlak. He tried to get it to me when I was in Solsthiem… The courier just got it to me… Vilkas, it's a cure!”

“A cure?”

He saw the shake in her hands and grabbed her shoulder.

“Quick. To Jorrvaskr. I’ll grab my brother, it's time to plan.”

And with a mutual nod, they sped off.

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“Kodlak had mentioned something similar here in his journal, he was definitely looking for a cure, he must’ve sent the letter just before Jorrvaskr was attacked… It doesn’t mention a location though…”

“That’s no matter!”

Vilkas pushed aside the books she had poured through and pointed to a location in the Northwest of Falkreath.

“There’s legends of the Glenmoril Coven. Men have gone missing in this general area historically. If there is any place for these witches to be, it would be here.”

Y/n shot up and placed a kiss on his cheek before marking that area off on the map she kept in her tunic.

“I’ll gather the witch heads, I need you to plot a course for Ysgrammor’s Tomb. By my accounts, it should be up in The Pale.”

Vilkas’s head was still swimming. Did she even realize what she had done? Oh by the Nine, gods above, I love this woman.

He cleared his throat.

“Ugh, and we will need a total of four heads. For Kodlak.”

She smiled.

Gods above…

“Yes for Kodlak. I’ll rid us of all of them, don’t you fret. I’ll get every last one of them. The Companions will soon be bound to Hircine no longer, and Kodlak will get his rest in Sovngarde. Vilkas, you plot the course,” she turned from him to Farkas,” I need you to gather supplies. We need torches, food, furs for us and our mounts, we need maps, poultices, and anything else you would think would be wise to bring.”

“You’ve got it, sister,” he pulled Vilkas in with a headlock,” Vilkas and I will be right on that. You know he would do anything for you-”

“I think that’s enough brother.”

Vilkas pried himself from Farkas, nothing short of embarrassed. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, and his ears began to burn.

She just laughed, and that did nothing to quell the feelings that plagued him at that moment.

“You boys are certainly brothers.” She shook her head, still laughing. With her hands firm on her hips, Y/n spoke again. “I’m off to meet with the Jarl. We all know what we are up to. I’ll be back in the evening.”

She then left the Harbinger suite with an extra pep in her step, though Vilkas didn’t pay it much attention, as his thoughts were near impossible to quiet.

Farkas turned to his brother.

“Don’t say it,” Vilkas muttered, clearly on edge.

“There’s nothing to say,” the twin replied, and with a grin, he clapped him on the shoulder. “Come, we should drink to celebrate this find.”

“I don’t know, brother. I’m sure I’ll need more time to go over these maps, go to the Jarl’s library-”

“We can just stay in the Hall?”

Farkas offered an encouraging look.

“Who could say no to such an offer?”

The man grinned, throwing an arm over his often grumpier twin.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

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It had ended up being a very long night of drinking in Jorrvaskr. And despite this fact, evening had come and gone and Y/n had still not returned for the night. It was honestly the only reason that Vilkas had stuck around the hall that night. Aela had been incredibly obnoxious that night, scolding the twins on their desire for a cure, claiming that it was a blessing and sacred tradition. No amount of historical fact could bring her off her conclusion.

“The Circle has been bound by such tradition for well over a hundred years!”

“And the Companions have not held the tradition for hundreds! It’s what Kodlak wanted for us-”

“Still bending a knee to the old man, Vilkas. He’s in the eternal hunt now. That’s the life he chose, as have you. You should accept your choices as Skjor and I have.”

The conversation remained vague, as non-Circle members were sat around, and under Y/n’s leadership, had still not been informed on the secrets of the Circle.

“Sister, it is not wrong to take charge of your life-”

Farkas tried to support his brother, but Aela was quicker.

“But you cannot change your destiny.”

She thankfully laid off then. After things had ended in debate and poured drink, most had gone to their beds, but Vilkas still waited. It was nearly driving Tilma mad.

“Boy, off to bed with you. I’m sure that girl of yours will warm your bed soon.”

He couldn’t figure out a rebuttal to the matriarch, with the alcohol making his mind swim and the wolf within fighting for control.

“You can clean up around me Tilma… or just go get some rest…”

The woman scoffed but pulled away the various dishes and reset the chairs while Vilkas began to drift off, head still facing the doors, just waiting for his beloved Harbinger to return.

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He didn’t even hear the door open when she returned.

“Oh Vil, you should’ve gone to bed…”

He felt her hand run through his hair, and he sighed at her touch.

“I ‘s waiting for you…”

“I know Vil, c’mon. To bed with you…”

She held her hand out to the sleepy Nord. He gladly took it and used way too much force to get himself up off the chair, but Y/n didn’t even flinch.

“You’re strong…”

“I thought you knew that already Vil. I was taught by the best,” she winked, but it didn’t phase him.

He didn’t notice the burlap sack slung across her body until they were just feet from his door.

“Where’s that from?”

“Oh, from Dragonsreach. I’ll return it to the kitchens tomorrow. I just needed to borrow it for tonight. This one is yours,” she handed him a scroll,” Goodnight Vilkas!”

She tied a similar scroll to Farkas’s door and then waved at Vilkas as he walked into his room. Curiosity caught the wolf and broke him from his tired mind.

Sir Vilkas of Jorrvaskr

That alone took him aback.

You are hereby invited to a ball at Dragonsreach, in honor of the Dragonborne, Y/n L/n, for her heroics five odd years ago.

His brain could not calm itself, so as if he was no longer in control of his body, he found his way to Y/n.

“Vilkas? Is something the matter-” She stared, face scrunched in worry.

“I wouldn’t miss your event for the world.”

Her face returned to a peaceful medium… and one could say well… He slept well that night.

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justheretop0st · 2 years

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Rain

He hated the rain. He hated the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. And though he prayed it never comes, the thunder rolls and mocks him. How unfortunate.

She was one in an era that truly caused change. It was evident at her funeral. There wasn’t enough room to accompany the waves of people who had come to see her one last time. It lasted days, almost a week of respect and reminiscence. There were things that he didn’t even know about her. This was especially telling of the figures in black and red.

The woman he had come to call his wife was a leader by nature. She lead her side to victory in the war. She ended Alduin, granted she had legendary warriors by her side. She solved the vampire crisis, having to split her own soul in order to enter the soul cairn. She became the leader of the companions, even for a brief period becoming the Arch-Mage. She had helped countless people. He was sure there was more, but there are always secrets that are best left to die with her.

The day she died, she looked more. More of everything. More like a leader. More like a wife. More beautiful and terrifying all in the same breath. She laughed and she seemed to glow. The breeze made her hair animate with life. With every ounce of blood in his body, he swore it shone in the sun.

It was quick and he was thankful for that. Perhaps he couldn’t handle it if she suffered. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have to worry about the last words he said to her. Because he swore to tell her daily how much he adored her. It might have been out his comfort zone. But even in his actions he swore to show her nothing but adoration and love. She deserved it and he knew it was likely she was to die at any point.

Being a renowned hero, she had enemies. A single moment of peace, pierced by an arrow laced in poison. Normally it wouldn’t have punctured her armor. But she wore a dress that day. Even into the night when she was being honored with a banquet. Ale, wine, mead and more was being served. How could someone have missed a person with an arrow equipped?

He wished he could have been more vigilant and maybe he would have had it not been for the drink. He wished his last words were more fine than a sloppy serenade. A declaration of known love. On his knees before her and he could feel the air push over his head as the arrow hit its target.

Panic arose in the crowd, they all ran to cover. But he stayed kneeled there, catching her as she fell into his arms. Straight through the heart, and she stared into his eyes. A connection. A final connection. She died with a smile on her face and her hand in his. But he felt to many emotions for him to simply sit there with her. He felt anger. Remorse. Sadness. He wanted revenge.

All he can remember after that is snatching a sword from a guards sheath and searching the building. Room by room, person by person. He was to filled with emotion, but nothing would get past him. He was told that the assassin was eventually found. That this person was taken to jail. But jail was not what the person deserved. For taking such a life, death would be the only repentance.

During her funeral, it rained for those days and nights. He couldn’t bear to leave her side as she lay there. Surrounded by flowers and gifts and mementos. He remained soaked and though there were others with him, he paid their words of condolences no mind. Nothing would make this better.

How he hated the rain.

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dovahkinniez · 2 years

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Vilkas and Farkas nsfw headcannons, please🥰❤

18+ only! sexual content awaits your very eyes, my kind soul. ps, i will try and stay gender neutral as much as possible but there is a tiny mention of a female bodied reader, so either don’t read if that’d make you feel uncomfortable! or skim/ignore that part. :]

since this is a dual one it won’t be as long as the others, but, let’s talk about our favourite wolf twins ;) (maybe i’ll do a follow up post for them both separately)

Remember to not be a silent reader, like and share your thoughts! I love hearing everyone's feedback. <3

SKYRIM X (GN) READER.

— nsfw headcanons

[ FARKAS + VILKAS ]

#FARKAS

he is so manly. obviously! but he is so manly.

let me just get this right out there, he’s big. he is thick. he is delicious - calm it down, love.

big strong arms that cage you and huge hands that have a grip of steel. once you’re in his grasp good luck trying to escape. no way out now.

he’s a biter. bites your thighs and neck and chest and stomach, your nipples and the tips of your fingers and gods man! you aren’t food! (you’re most definitely his meal)

long and deep kisses where you pull back breathless but yet you want more. lots and lots of kisses as he pounds into you. deep and heavy.

fucks you from behind his hand around your throat, leaning your neck back to watch the moans slip from your mouth and if he’s feeling it enough - he probably is - he’ll slip fingers into your mouth and you’ll suck.

he’ll watch and remember moments before when his cock was between your lips and his hips will snap against you harder than before at the visualisation of it.

he’s no sex god and he doesn’t claim to be one but when he’s on top of you and grunting out with your name whispered breathlessly, his body is hot and doing all the right things and you might just believe he is a sex god.

i view him as less experienced that his twin. but he is a fast learner, guide him and tell him what you like. he learns what he likes fast and always remembers to ask if you’re comfortable.

definitely the type to ask if he’s hurting you. he’s a passionate lover but he is also too strong for his own good. any sign of pain and he’s off you checking to see where he hurt you.

maybe once he mistook your pleasure for pain which kind of annoyed you but he got right back to it, you’ll be moaning again in no time.

he enjoys physical contact, if your skin doesn’t melt together as he fucks you he isn’t fully satisfied. he wants to feel every part of your body, greedy hands will roam and grab and he just loves how your body feels against his.

you want to ride him? cool. he loves it. watching you drives him crazy but he’s a man of action. so it isn’t long until he leans up closer to you.

he’d he leaning back, an arm behind his head as he watches (fucking hell, imagine that..), his other hand toys with your body as you do your thing. but seeing you have your way causes him to move around wanting to grab you.

so he’ll lean up and grab your ass with both hands, biting and licking at your chest and neck as he drags you up and down on his cock.

depending what you like he’d either be rough with harsh slaps of your skin as he leaves finger marks in the fat of your ass and thighs.

or he’d be slow and you’d feel every part of him inside you until it drives you crazy. each time you move back up your legs shake and his hands knead at your body.

he’s naturally sexy and he doesn’t even realise it. he doesn’t even have to do anything and you’re weak in the knees - i mean have you seen him? i don’t blame you.

#VILKAS

ah, our man here is strict. he likes what he likes with more experience than his twin. he importantly also knows what others like too.

but he is strict. he sees sex as something to lose yourself in when the time is right and for complete intimacy at its finest … with you anyway. nobody else. once it’s you, it’s only you.

gentle touches and definitely teases you. foreplay is everything and actual sex comes secondary.

you can’t exercise if you haven’t warmed up, that’s what i’m trying to get at.

wants to work you up so you’re pretty much ready to orgasm before he’s even put his dick inside and most times you will have already orgasmed.

gives your body complete attention to the point his cock pulsates with a hunger to even have your fingertips brushed against on. but he wants you prepared and your body undone.

definition of a body worshipper and the moment you switch the roles he watches you with dark eyes.

your lips on his body, fingers weaving between the scars that litter his skin and once your tongue makes contact with his stiff cock he is clenching his jaw and his hips lock up because after neglecting it so long - man he needs this.

gets lost in the feeling and pushes his hips up and down, hands on your head as he pushes your head further down, “you can take it.” his voice shaky and thick with lust.

by the end you’re eyes will be water-stained and hungry for more and that drives him crazy.

that’s when he pins you underneath him, leg perched on his shoulder as he slams his hips against your skin as his dick rocks back in and out of you.

presses a large hand onto your stomach, the added pressure makes you squirm as he feels everything. leaning his cheek against your leg with his eyes rolling back as your body sucks him in, literally milking him.

doesn’t make too much noise other than breathless sounds and heavy breathing. muttering things out and he likes to call your name as holds eye contact with you. especially as you both cum.

pull onto his hair and give him love marks along his neck as he fucks you and watch him fuck you harder than before.

he has sensitive skin and even a simple kiss on the neck makes him stiff. which can be annoying for him at times.

sit on his lap and grind yourself against him, naked or not he feels everything and grips onto the sides of whatever he’s sat on warning you not to fuck around with him between gritted teeth.

soon enough you’re rubbing his rock hard dick against you with a rhythm as his pre-cum soaks his lower stomach.

he watches, you rubbing yourself against him wetting his dick as you feel every curve in his veins against you until you’re ready to take it and slowly sink yourself down.

teasingly slow until he’s grabbing your hips and sucking his stomach in because he’s holding back from snapping. but he doesn’t, he lets you as he watches you, your body and face and your reaction as you take him. “you’re doing so well, take all of me, darling.” moans tbh

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thedailyimagines · 5 years

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Imagine being a healer for the Companions, and Vilkas has feelings for you.

So there is a Dragonborn mentioned in this, but you are not the Dragonborn. Their name is Jyriik.

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“Vilkas!” The young werewolf looked up and saw the Companion’s resident healer walking quickly towards him from Jorrvaskr. Farkas and Jyriik grinned at each other, knowing the soft spot that Vilkas had for y/n.

“Yes lass?” Y/n brushed a lock of hair away from her face and smiled nervously. She held a slip of paper in her hands and was clutching it tight enough to tear.

“I heard you were headed out to Falkreath, and I was wondering if you could do me a favor while you’re out. Could you get me some supplies while you’re there? I have a list, just take it to Zaria at Grave Concoctions and she’ll give you what’s on it.” All of this was said slightly rushed, as if y/n was embarrassed to be asking this of Vilkas.

Vilkas took the list from her and smiled. “Of course I can. It’s no problem at all.” Y/n grasped one of his hands in both of her own.

“Thank you so much, this means a lot to me.” Hearing her name being called, y/n gave Vilkas one last smile and headed inside the mead hall to see what was needed from her. Vilkas stares after her until his brother elbowed him.

“I think you fancy her, brother.”

“Oh shut up.” Jyriik joined the brothers and started fiddling with one of the claspes on his armor.

“No no, Farkas is right. I can see the way you look at her.” Vilkas groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course they would gang up on him.

“Not you too.” Shrugging, Jyriik finished with his armor and placed a hand on Vilkas’ shoulder.

“You should tell her how you feel. She’s certainly interested in you. Notice how she only wears her Mara amulet around you?”

“In case you’ve forgotten, I have a certain furry problem that I would like to keep her away from.” Farkas now spoke up, in a final attempt to make his brother see their point.

“And what happens when she gets tired of waiting? When she’s swept off her feet by another?” The words weren’t the kindest, but they needed to be said and Farkas stood by them.

Vilkas didn’t want to think about it. “Let’s get going.” He double checked that he had everything and started walking towards the exit to Whiterun.

<—>

Four days later found the three Companions returning, laughing and talking about their latest excursion. The threat that had been at Falkreath had been nothing more than a couple of spiders. That had led to about an hour of Farkas running away from the spiders while Vilkas and and Jyriik slew them.

Upon entering Jorrvaskr, Vilkas’ laughter abruptly stopped. Y/n was talking to Mikael of all people and laughing. Before he could stop himself Vilkas was walking up to the two, pulling out the bag of ingredients.

“Y/n! I’m glad I caught you. Here’s the ingredients that you asked for, plus a few extra.” Y/n looked surprised at his sudden appearance, but her face lit up once she saw the inside of the bag.

“This is so much more than I could’ve asked for! Thank you for getting these to me Vilkas, they’ll be put to good use.” It was then she saw several scrapes on his face. “Oh! You’re hurt! Here, let me take a look at those.” Fussing and looking around for her potions bag, y/n forced (a rather willing) Vilkas to sit down, Mikael now completely forgotten.

From the doorway Farkas and Jyriik watched as y/n gave her full attention to Vilkas, who tried to brush off the scratches as nothing serious. Jyriik turned to Farkas with a smirk. “Didn’t I tell you that pushing him into a bush would work?” Farkas only snorted and watched as his twin took y/n’s hand, saying something only the two of them would hear. Y/n blushed and nodded, to which Vilkas pulled her down for a kiss.

Farkas smiled and headed for a seat away from the two. It was about time his idiot brother spoke his mind.

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queen-of-hellfire666 · 2 years

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Can I request a Skyrim fan fic? Just where the reader is turning into the werewolf and farkas watches to make sure she doesn’t tear herself apart because he things she’s to petit for it? Thank you!!

Of course! I love farkas and I love this idea.

Paring: farkas X female reader

Warnings: blood, gore, Nudity, fluff

Farkas pov

I watch her take the drink of blood. He body falls limp to the ground her skin moving. “Farkas put her in the cell.” My brother tells me and I go do it as usual. I place her down on the bed and shut the cell door.

She whimpers and yells in pain as her bones move to adapt. It hurts me to watch her. I hear her bones cracking as they move to adapt to her transformation. It’s gonna tear her apart she’s too small for this.

I quickly take her armor off before anymore just in case. Leaving her completely nude. I turn away and her howls of pain. I go get her a dead bandit she’s gonna feed when she awakens.

I watch her turn..

She’s alive.. she lived through it.. she growls looking around, confused and dazed. She smells the bandit and naw’s down on him. After eating him apart she looks at me. “Transformation back shouldn’t take long now.” I pet her head softly. “Farkas.. it hurt so much.” She whispers. “I know.. it has to have. I didn’t have that problem because I was masculine and huge..”

I watch her lay down in a ball soon transforming back. I get her some clothes and a blanket. Armor is gonna be painful.

I see all the marks and blood on her. It’s best to keep her hidden until those are gone.

I wrap her torso with bandages to conceal the wounds that pierced through. She leans on me and I hear soft snores not too long after.

I hold her as she sleeps, it’s been hard enough so might as well keep her near.

—- Your pov—-

Later after my nice nap I walk into javaskier still weak. “Hey y/n.” Vilkas smiles. “How are you feeling?” He asks softly. “I’m okay. Still functioning.” I smile. He nods then begins to hug me softly. “I thought you were gonna die.. you are so small compared to everyone else I was afraid you were gonna be ripped apart.”

I hear his shaking in his voice. ”I’m okay now..” I kiss his cheek. “I’m alright just a few bruises I promise.” He smiles and helps me down the stairs to the table. “Here eat. You need it.” I smile softly.

I was okay. And this boys were taking care of me.

#vilkas #skyrim #farkas x reader

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raining-in-my-soul · 2 years

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I'm going to be turning this into a slasher/villain/fandom fanfic blog!

These are the characters I'll be writing for (subject to change as I watch films/play games and currently in no particular order).

Slashers:

-Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

-Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

-Michael Myers (OG and RZ- Halloween)

-Yautja (Predator) *

-Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

-Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)

-Asa Emory/The Collector (The Collector)

-Bo/Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax) (might do Lester if requested)

Movie Characters:

-Imhotep, Ardeth Bay, Jonathan Carnahan, Rick O'Connell (The Mummy)

-Captain Hook (Peter Pan 2003)

-Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice)

-General Hux, Darth Maul (Star Wars)

Video Games:

-All TF2 Mercs (Team Fortress 2)

-Farkas, Vilkas, Argis the Bulwark, Marcurio, Ondolemar, Ancano (Skyrim)

-Karl Heisenberg (RE8)

-Pyramid Head (Silent Hill)

-Just about anyone from RDR2 except Micah. But definitely big focus on Arthur

I will not write anything I feel uncomfortable with, which is outlined in the rules but specific asks are up to my discretion.

Allowed:

-Romantic

-Platonic

-Fluff

-Angst

-Smut

-AU

-Crossover

Not Allowed:

-Anything illegal or otherwise generally considered immoral

-Non-consensual activities

-Crossovers to a fandom I'm unfamiliar with

Formats you may request:

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Drabbles

-Alphabets

Feel free to send in asks or use prompts or anything your little heart's desire! And if you see a fandom I've listed but not the character you want to see, talk to me, I may make an exception for a character that isn't particularly inspiring for me, but I'm willing to write for!

All works will be character x reader and reader will either be female or gender neutral (sorry this is just what I feel comfortable writing)

*I am aware yautia are technically not slashers but I'm throwing them in anyway. Also I will take requests for specific yautia from the moves (ex: Scar, Wolf, Fugitive, etc)

#character list #rules #request

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crying-over-spilled-feels · 2 years

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Ships I Will Write Requests for as of January 17th, 2022

Ships Listed Are in No Particular Order

1. Robin x Regina (Once Upon a Time)

2. Happy x Toby “Quintis” (Scorpion)

3. Megan x Sylvester (Scorpion)

4. Paige x Walter (Scorpion)

5. Cabe x Allie (Scorpion)

6. Daphne x Simon (Bridgerton)

7. Anthony x Kate (Bridgerton)

8. Benedict x Sophie (Bridgerton)

9. Colin x Penelope (Bridgerton)

10. Violet x Edmund (Bridgerton)

11. Flynn x Eve (Librarians)

12. Jake x Mabel (Librarians)

13. Judson x Charlene (Librarians)

14. Diana x Steve (Wonder Woman)

15. Chloe x Jackson (Zoo)

16. Kaliis x Aurora (Aurora Rising book series)

17. Finian x Scarlett (Aurora Rising book series)

18. Cat x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)

19. Saedii x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)

20. Elizabeth x Will (Pirates of the Caribbean)

21. Jack x Angelic (Pirates of the Caribbean)

22. Thor x Jane (Thor)

23. Tony Stark x Pepper Potts (Avengers and Iron Man)

24. Loki x Sif (Thor)

25. Loki x Nebula (Thor and Guardians of the Galaxy crossover)

26. Ryder x Grace (The Grace Year novel)

27. Fletcher x Sylva (Summoner book series)

28. Clint Barton x Laura Barton (Avengers)

29. Wanda x Vision (Avengers and WandaVision)

30. Bruce x Natasha (Avengers)

31. Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (Captain America)

32. Peter Quill x Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy)

33. Scott x Hope (Ant-Man)

34. Fitz X Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

35. Coulson X May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

36. Trip X Skye (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

37. Bobbi Morse X Lance Hunter (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

38. Killian Jones x Female OC (Once Upon a Time)

39. Will Scarlett x Anastasia (Once Upon a Time in Wonderland)

40. Gendry x Arya (Game of Thrones)

41. Tyrion x Shae (Game of Thrones)

42. Sanji x Nami (One Piece)

43. Zoro x Robin (One Piece)

44. Luffy x Vivi (One Piece)

45. Jonathan Joestar x Erina (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

46. Joseph Joestar x Suzi Q. (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

47. Mista x Female OC (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

48. Kit x Ella (Cinderella 2015 version)

49. Joshua Faraday x Emma Cullen (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)

50. Vasquez x Female OC (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)

51. Gilbert x Anne (Anne with an E)

52. Diana x Jerry (Anne with an E)

53. Mary x Bash (Reign)

54. Leif x Claude (Reign)

55. Kili x Tauriel (Hobbit)

56. Claire x Owen (Jurassic World)

57. Mia x Nicholas (Princess Diaries)

58. Joe x Clarisse (Princess Diaries)

59. Maria x Georg (Sound of Music)

60. Lara Croft x Lu Ren (Tomb Raider 2018 movie version)

61. Maleficent X Diaval (Maleficent)

62. Kate X Daniel Forsythe (The Spirit of Christmas)

63. Tiger Lily X James Hook (Pan)

64. Westley X Buttercup (Princess Bride)

65. Chato X Grace (Suicide Squad)

66. Logan/Wolverine X Mariko (Wolverine)

67. Vlad X Mirena (Dracula Untold)

68. Will X Elizabeth (Pirates of the Caribbean)

69. Jack X Angelica (Pirates of the Caribbean)

70. Galavant X Isabella (Galavant)

71. Richard X Roberta (Galavant)

72. Gwen X Arthur (Merlin)

73. Gwen X Lancelot (Merlin)

74. Gwen X Merlin (Merlin)

75. Merlin X Morgana (Merlin)

76. Morgana X Male OC/Reader (Merlin)

77. Lancelot X Female OC/Reader (Merlin)

78. Marian X Robin Hood (Robin Hood BBC)

79. Will X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)

80. Marian X Allan (Robin Hood BBC)

81. Allan X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)

82. Ban X Elaine (Seven Deadly Sins)

83. Margaret X Gilthunder (Seven Deadly Sins)

84. Meliodas X Elizabeth (Seven Deadly Sins)

85. King X Diane (Seven Deadly Sins)

86. Arthur X Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

87. Ana X Alberto (Velvet)

88. Claire X Matt (Daredevil)

89. Lilette X Robbie (Rise)

90. Hardison X Parker (Leverage)

91. Nate X Sophie (Leverage)

92. John X Sara (Alienist)

93. Mary X Laszlo (Alienist)

94. Farkas X Female Dragonborn (Skyrim)

95. Vilkas X Lydia (Skyrim)

96. E’lara X Caddoc (Hunted: The Demon’s Forge)

97. Rime x Ember (Degrees of Separation)

98. Cody x May (It Takes Two)

99. Frank x Karen (Punisher)

100. Makoto x Abigail (Great Pretender)

101. Robb x Talisa (Game of Thrones)

102. Tadashi x MK (Big Hero 6 and Epic Crossover)

103. Eloise x Sir Phillip (Bridgerton)

104. Francesca x Michael (Bridgerton)

105. Hyacinth x Gareth (Bridgerton)

106. Gregory x Lucy (Bridgerton)

107. Okabe x Mayuri (Steins;gate)

108. Okabe x Kurisu (Steins;gate)

109. Edward x Elizabeth (White Queen)

110. Liam Jones x Elsa (Once Upon a Time fan pairing)

#fanfiction #myotps #pickanyotp #that's not even all of my otps #I have an OTP fleet #scratch that #I have an OTP navy

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lake-ilinalta · 5 years

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Foolish Girl - Part:One

Aela x Female! Reader

The commotion from the training yard resonated through the heavy wooden boards of the Mead hall. Skjor threw you against the rock foundation wall and pulled you onto the tip of your boots by the front of your leather armor. Your brothers burst through the doors to see the glint off the dagger you'd pressed against the warriors throat when he laid a hand on you. Your eyes were locked on eachother but you could feel the presence of the other Companions growing around you.

"I will never be like you." You hiss beneath your breath.

"Then you will never learn respect!" Skjor twists your arm backwards, turning you to face the growing crowd.

The sharp sound of Vilkas' inhale nearly drew your attention while you attempted to thrash away. The movements only forced more pain against your shoulder blade. A soft gasp breaks through your lips when the elder pulls your hair back to lift your chin.

"This is what it looks like when you lack honor!" He bellowed through the tense air.

"Skjor!" You met Aela's beautiful green eyes when she threw herself forward. "That is enough."

"You coddle her, Aela. This... coward." His steel boot dug into the curve of your leg.

The air whipped through your hair and you plummeted to the ground. Sharp pain radiated through your knee caps that split, bleeding on the cobble stone. Turning your head back, Farkas' calloused hand cupped your cheek, tilting her face back to his worry creased, painted eyes.

"She is no coward, Skjor. She needn't be in the inner circle to be a companion!" Aela became a physical barrier between you and the superior you often clashed with.

"That disrespectful welp will never be a companion."

That was the last you heard of the argument when Vilkas caught your wrist in a bruising grip, digging into the flesh and tearing you from his twins arms and into the mead hall. He pushed you forward. The thick carpets wrapped around the souls of your boots and you tripped forward, catching your weight in a delicate move no brash warrior could pull off. It was always a topic of argument between you and your eldest brother that you chose to be a rogue over a warrior. But Aela comforted you, trained you in archery. She helped you through the long harrowing nights and sided with you during fights with the other Companions. Vilkas never understood you, and there you were beneath his fierce scrutinizing gaze, licked by the flames from the lit fire over your shoulder.

"Why do you test him, Y/N?" He threw out his arms, attempting to reign in his temper in the form of pacing the length of the great table back and forth.

With a defeated sigh, you pulled out a chair, sitting weakly to inspect your torn knees. He was silent as you wet a cloth and dabbed away the blood that began to clot and scab.

"Answer me!" He rose his voice, surprising you. "How long will they house you if you keep this up?"

The door clicked behind you and Aela ran a hand through her red hair, careful of the braid. Anxiety and frustration were written across her features but she ignored your brother, stepping closer to your aching form.

"You overstepped today. More so than usual, I can't protect you if you continue down this path. He could kill you, he could disown you-"

A tonkard flew through the dim lighting, splattering wine across the wall. The tapestry clattered to the ground in the silence but all attention was on your brother's broad shoulders as he left the room. His footfalls echoed and the sound of the door slamming against the frame made your shoulders jolt against better judgement.

Aela pressed her fingertips to her eyes and knelt before you. Leaning forward on your elbows, you rested your forehead on hers and entwined your fingers through strands of her soft, shimmering hair.

"Why do you do this?" She whispered.

"I don't want to be a beast."

Your fingertips brushed back along her jaw, thumb running along her bottom lip and she covered your hand with her warm palm before tearing away hesitantly. She rested the heels of her palms on the waxed table, leaning toward the hot flames. The heat seemed smothering in the silent tension and neither of you could face eachother but you knew what was coming. It was always coming.

"Is that what you think I am, Y/N? A beast?" Aela steeled her voice with a strength she always kept stored away beneath the surface.

"Don't start this again." You sighed and rose to your feet with a slight limp. "I may be younger, but I'm not ignorant. Don't speak to me as though I am."

"You should leave." She whispered.

"I'm working on it." You grumbled back but a simple 'no' from her and you couldn't move. Your world tipped upside down, everything that was known seemed lost and beyond reach with a simple sentence.

"Leave Jorrvaskr." She was emotionless, impossible to read.

"I'll see you tonight for supper." There was a heavy weight in the finality of your tone as you forced the door open with your aching shoulder. You had to get away from this maddening place, these maddening people. Clear your head.

There was a glimpse of Farkas' frame as you descended the steps from the Cloud District and into the babbling, endless commotion of the city and boring lives of the common folk that lived there. You wondered far too often what the people of Whiterun would think, knowing their protectors are dark, blood driven animals. But you could never do that to her.

You'd played that moment over in your head, a painful, heart-breaking mantra. Words you'd hoped you would never hear. Though a few hours of drinks in the Bannered Mare and the scrapes of your knees and bruised pride seeped away off of your skin. But you swore, you swore to Ysgrammor himself that if Mikael played Ragnar the Red one more time-

"This is the first song I ever learned." He smiled toothily at you when you turned over your shoulder, more irritated than reason warranted.

It was a waiting game, and divines did you wait with baited breath for his next few words. They would surely be his undoing, and you were more than happy- honored even- to deliver him to the gods. He ignored the glare, relished in it perhaps and his sing song tone grated in your troubled, already raging, drunken mind.

"There once was a he-" Surprise flashed over his wide, frightened eyes when you leapt from your stool, successfully throwing him over the carved log bench. He sputtered up at you when you pulled the lute from his clenched, white knuckles.

"Heros are over rated." A large, meaty hand wrapped lightly around your forearm and pulled you away, knocking all of your weight off your feet.

"Put me down, Ulfberth..." You complained as he lifted you onto his shoulder. The crisp night air stung your cheeks when the taverns warmth left. The nord carried you with ease up the stone pathway despite your protests.

"Foolish girl." He muttered, though it came without malice. "That's no way for a Companion to behave."

"Haven't you heard?" You rasped, his harsh shoulder pressed into your ribs, lessening your air but you stayed where you were placed and let your arms sway beneath you. It wasn't worth fighting him off. "I'm not a Companion."

He tossed you down into the stream that was lightly flowing down from Dragons Reach. A loud gasp and you were flailing up from the splashing water, sobered from the cold. He stood in the shadow of the shrine of Talos, chuckling at your discomfort shaking the water droplets from your furs.

"Go back to your wife." You muttered and swatted his hand away when he reached to mess your damp hair. "Thank you, for taking me home."

"Call it what you will." He grinned in the darkness but didn't leave until you started up the steep stairs to the Mead Hall.

Only steps from the painted doors and Aela spoke behind you from her spot leaning against the wall.

"Where have you been, Y/N?"

"I did as you said. I left."

She closed her mouth on her next comment and stepped away without another word. The frustration seeped back into your body and you prepared for the harassment that awaited you beyond the doors. Warmth washed over your wet limbs when the door cracked open and brought life back to your cold body. But the music and laughter and chattering died down with each step you took towards the Companion quarters. Vilkas cut you off at the stairs.

"You must listen."

"I'm done, Vilkas." Your voice was soft and it was apparent he had expected you to yell. "I won't continue to fight the same battle with you, with Skjor."

"You've been drinking. Today we've delivered a blow to the Silverhands! Celebrate." He brushed your words off, pushing your shoulder in a light hearted way. It was at that moment, when his forced smile faltered, you knew he realized he lost you.

Skjor met your eyes from across the tables before be glanced towards Aela, sulking to grab her bow.

"I'm done, Vilkas."

#the elder scrolls #skyrim #fanfic #skyrim oneshot #skyrim x reader #skyrimoneshot #aela #aela the huntress #aela x reader #companion!reader

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