#Farkas x LDB

[hircines-hunter]

Another comes for my blessing? Drink deep, and let the beast behind your eyes take hold.

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[nooklingposting]

I personally think Farkas has a crush on the player. Everyone just sees him as an ice-brain, not smart enough, and have done his whole life. Even some of the newer companions can be heard talking back to him. But we don't.

It seems like we're special from the start, he's nicer to us than any of other the companions right from day one. We see a softer, friendlier side to Farkas (eg: 'I hope I didn't scare ya' being his first concern after being surrounded by enemies) - we never really hear him be so friendly to the other members (think the training conversation with Torvar), and that's why we fall for him.

I think he'd be shocked if we chose to marry him. Yeah he shoots his shot, but like I said, he's used to everyone seeing him as an oaf. Then here we are, the Harbinger, showing him the same kindness and emotional investment that he gave us in the beginning. He deserves it.

I just think he's neat.

[argisthebulwark]

Time Moves Slow - Farkas

sfw, gn reader Summary: After returning from Sovngarde the Dragonborn finds that a handful of hours for them has been years for those in Tamriel and reunites with their loved one. Others Linked: Vilkas, Brynjolf, Teldryn, Miraak, Cicero

Full of adrenaline and excitement you hustled through the Whiterun plains. Your pack pounded against your lower back but every step brought you closer to Farkas. It was a tad surprising to return to no fanfare. A city guard nodded when you approached the gate but said nothing. The flowers you'd planted only a few weeks ago were nearly dead and Breezehome's paint was faded. It was odd to stand in front of your own home and not recognize it. Dark curtains covered most windows and a workbench boasted some unfinished leather project. Your key stuck in the unforgiving lock. Dread settled into your stomach upon entering your home. The furniture was new, herbs hanging from the rafters and weapons littered on every surface. Dishes were piled messily into a sink you'd cleaned only the day before. Peeking into your apothecary room revealed nothing more than more clutter - armor and weapons stacked into chests you'd never seen before. Your alchemy table bore a lifetime's worth of dust and the shelves surrounding it were devastatingly bare. Something was very wrong. Your footsteps echoed around the strange house when you hurried upstairs. Lydia's room was long empty, bedroll collecting dust in the corner of the empty chamber. Blood roared in your ears when you stared at the state of your bed chambers. Unfamiliar blankets were strewn haphazardly across the bed. Pillows were stacked on one side, the other barren. Farkas' slippers stuck out near his bedside table. A sheet was draped over the case bearing your Amulets of Mara and your wardrobe had been shoved far out of place. Terror chilled your blood when you approached the bed you'd slept in the night before. Something had gone very wrong. Your fingers dragged over the strange blankets as you tried to work out what it could be - had your presence in Sovngarde triggered some reaction in your absence? Your books were gone. Your clothes folded and forgotten in an old trunk. Your leather armor hidden under heaps of heavy metal. Every bit of you seemed to be hidden and shoved away. There was no proof of your existence yet you'd only left a day before. Head spinning, you sat down on the bed. Nothing made sense. Your home was no longer your home. Had you somehow returned to the wrong time? You'd hardly given any thought to your return, planning only for Alduin's demise. "What the -" A voice cut through your thoughts and brought a new bout of anxiety. Strained ears heard the door shut and heavy footfalls through the house. Was this even your home? If you'd returned to the wrong time perhaps Farkas had sold the house. You could be trespassing. "Hello?" A deep voice rumbled up the stairs. "I know someone's been in here. There's nothing much worth stealing, might as well come out." Farkas. That's his voice. Scrambling across the bedroom all anxiety was forgotten at the thought of seeing him. He'd make it alright. He'd explain everything. Your boots scraped over the wooden floor when you panted atop of the stairs, eyes narrowing to spot him through the dim light. A scar his brow. His hair was lighter, tied back from his face in a way you'd never seen before. He shrugged an immense sword off his shoulder and left it on the new couch. When he finally looked up his eyes held dark circles, his familiar smile gone. "Farkas." You breathed his name and his face tightened. "What happened?" "Say that again." He gulped, taking one unsure step. "Say what?" "Say my name." "Farkas." You'd say his name a thousand times. A grin broke out over his face and you launched down the stairs. Everything was so uncertain but he's there to catch you, drawing you into an embrace that hadn't changed. Farkas' strong arms crushed you to his body, tears soaking into his tunic when he finally spoke your name. "I thought you were gone." He mumbled between heavy sobs, clutching you as if you were bound to disappear. "I thought I lost you."

[hircinesanters]

Lyari abt Farkas

[knightfuryvawannabee]

Yeah there’s no way to do an SFW crop for this one, lmao.

Minors do NOT interact.

I’ll come up with a caption later 💀 just have these two having sex

[cryptid-called-ash]

Have you got any head cannons about Miraak and Vilkas because you have started to make me ship them.

I Will slowly convert everyone here to shipping these two.

The ship name I went with is Mid Grohiik, which means loyal wolf.

The wolf twins have a similar dynamic to the dragon brothers, bisexual older brother and Ace little brother.

They met when Miraak was dragged along by Breyth to the companions hall in order to dole out some missions. So of course he’s trash talking as always and he ends up in an intellectual debate with vilkas. (At which point, Breyth and Farkas decided to back away slowly and go put dresses and fight stuff)

Neither have any idea of how courtship work! Hijinks ensue. Breyth tries to help, but he grew up in the shivering isles, so his ideas of courtship are wack at the best of times. Farkas keeps suggesting food.

Miraak 100% uses dragon aspect as a way to show off to Vilkas.

Vilkas is pretty much only using ancient texts to parce out how to court a dragonborn.

Dragon Courting Hoards!! Bc it’s a favourite trope of mine.

Miraak’s love language is gifts and words. Vilkas’ is acts of service and words.

Breyth has the rings make by his blacksmith friend Reesa of New Sheoth. One is gold, with a moonstone set between golden dragon wings. The other is hard steel, with a sapphire set in a wolf’s jaws.

I think the wolf twins should definitely join the dragon guard. So romantic rides on dragon back are definitely a thing.

Vilkas helps Miraak get used the modern life. Things like politics and economic condition that a 17 year old from a different province is already struggling to understand and can’t really help with.

That’s all I got for now! How this was to your liking💚

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 11th (Day 7): Prompt- Profane / Sword

Day 7: Sword- Besharat finds the secret of something long lost to her people, and with it, a link to her culture that she sometimes feels she is losing by being the Dragonborn. A little off-canon but very much part of my personal story for her. For her, this is bigger than being the Dragonborn, because first and foremost, she is Yokudan. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest   

Redguard LDB x Farkas

Warnings- None

Wordcount- ~1500

(I posted a picture of a mod that gave me the Book of Circles. This is what you make with it. Description in alt text)

***

I stared at the ancient page in front of me, dropping my quill onto the paper I’d brought to take notes. My hand shook as I brought it up to cover my mouth. I wanted to cry. I had jokingly grumbled to anyone who would listen about not actually being the first Redguard Harbinger of the Companions, but now I was infinitely grateful I wasn’t.

My predecessor had left me a gift more precious than gold, gems, or any kind treasure that could be had. He’d left a memoir, chronicling his leaving Hammerfell, his arrival at Jorrvaskr posing as a servant, to his time as a Shield-Brother, and then to Harbinger in his later years. But within those pages, I had just learned a life-altering secret.

He was a blademaster, but not just because he studied Hunding as I did. No, Cirroc the Lofty had been Ansei! And more than that, he’d written how to create a shehai, lamenting that the art was becoming lost even in his time!

I wrote down everything he had written on the subject, trying to keep my hand steady. I copied it verbatim, lest I miss something by taking a shortcut. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst from my chest. Could I use his writings to do this for myself? I could hardly dare hope that such a thing were possible, so far removed from the First Era when Cirroc had written this down.

There was only one way to find out.

***

Three days later I stood in the practice yard, ready to try. I’d studied Cirroc’s words, read Hunding, and meditated in the way of my people. I’d prepared as thoroughly as possible for this moment, ritually cleansing myself and giving offerings to my gods two hours ago in the early dawn. I had only a statue of Morwha here in Whiterun, but I appealed not only to her, but to all our gods; Leki, Tall Papa, Onsi, Tava, Diagna, The HoonDing, our ancestors, and the rest. Anyone who could help me achieve this feat, I prayed for their help. Never had I dreamed I would ever actually attempt this. Had these arts not been lost since the Second Age? But then again, had dragons not been as well? Perhaps nothing was truly lost forever?   

The yard was empty at this hour, minus me and Farkas, who stood beside me with a frown deepening the crease between his brows. I knew he wasn’t quite sure what I was doing and that my explanations over the last few days had probably sounded like mad rambling. But he also wasn’t going to let me try some sort of new and powerful magic on my own. I knew he’d been talking to Orielle about what he could do if something went wrong and I was fairly certain the scroll sticking out of his pocket was a dispel magicka ward. But I knew he’d only use it if he absolutely thought he had to. He was still a bit wary of magicka, but he trusted me to know what I was doing.

But that thought couldn’t dispel the excitement bubbling up inside me. I tried to keep it in check; after all, this might not work. In fact, it was more than likely that it wouldn’t. But just the idea… I pushed it out of my mind. I needed concentration now, to focus on my lessons.

“I’m going to try it.” I said softly, taking a deep breath. “Leki show me how, as you did my ancestors. May The HoonDing make way for this art, long lost and now found. Ancestors, if I am worthy to walk beside you on this path, let me be successful. Mother Morwha, guide me as you always do. Tell Tall Papa that Besharat do Bergama comes to test her skill as a warrior of Yokuda!”

I reached deep into myself, into the core of my being. Into the deep and hidden parts that most people would never think to access. And I could feel something. I reached for it, my hand curling around it as I pulled it free. From deep within, white light poured out. I was holding it, I could feel it swirling around me. And then it coalesced into a solid grip in my hands, a long curved blade rising up before me. It pulsed with my life force, my soul; the two of us attuned to one another in a way no two other beings had been in millennia. At that moment I was no longer one being, part of me was now this sword made of light.

I swung it, gently at first but then in a practice routine I used every day. And it was absolutely perfect in every way; no better weapon could be made by human, mer, or beastfolk hands. Not to compare to this. Even my beloved Skyforge steel sword, made to my specifications by Eorlund himself, couldn't compare to this actual extension of my being.   

“I did it. By all the gods and ancestors… I really did it. A shehai…” Everything blurred as tears streamed down my face, and I began to laugh and cry at the same time. “I made a shehai…”

I looked over at Farkas, whose eyes were wide enough to see the whites all the way around. He took this all in, whispering, “I’ve never seen anything like that. Not even those folks who use bound weapons. It’s not like that.”

“It’s not. This isn’t calling a blade from elsewhere to use. This is creating it from within, from yourself. It’s a piece of me. No one’s done this for thousands of years. There’s been no Ansei since the Second Era. But… but I could be one… a Sword Singer…”

The spell wavered, and the shehai dissipated back into me. But I still smiled. I hadn’t expected to hold the spell even that long on the first try. No matter what, this had been incredibly, wildly successful.

“If I did it once, I can do it again!” I laughed, throwing my arms around Farkas. But he didn’t hug me in return, and as I stepped back I saw a shadow in his eyes. I reached up to take hold of his face. “What’s wrong, my heart?”

“I’m glad it worked. But making this sword from yourself, from your soul, it’s not gonna hurt you, is it? Not gonna affect you somehow?”

“Not from what I’ve read. It’s like magicka, but it’s not. When it disappeared there it just went back into me. Long ago, the wielders of this ability were powerful beyond measure, they could do things far beyond regular mortals. It’s more like… it’s more like the thu’um, it’s part of you and you just have to learn how to use it properly. And like the thu’um, I’m sure you could hurt yourself if you were reckless, but I have trained my whole life and I will keep training to use this properly.”

“Okay. That makes it make a lot more sense. I just worry sometimes, love.” He kissed my forehead.

“I know. And I don’t like to worry you. But this is huge! For me, for my people…” My shoulders dropped a little. “All this Dragonborn stuff… I feel like an outsider to it. It’s not mine. It’s the history, the stories, the gods of others. I’ve felt a bit like I’m being pulled away from my self, from who I am. But this is mine, it’s in my blood and bones. I feel it inside and it’s right. It makes me feel like maybe I haven’t totally lost my Redguard self to the whims of a dragon god who probably should’ve picked a Nord instead.”

Farkas hugged me tightly. “There’s no one else that can do what you do, Eshi. Maybe that’s why he picked you. But I… I am glad you’ve got this if it helps you feel more like yourself. It was really impressive.” He admitted. “It’d be quite the thing in battle, I think.”

“I think so too! I can’t wait to test it out! And thank you, for understanding. Why don’t we go get some breakfast? Everyone will be getting up soon and I promised Orielle I’d let her know how things went. And I don’t know about you, but I’ve been fasting for this and I’m hungry.”

He slipped an arm around my waist. “Let’s go then, love. I think Tilma said the kitchen were making apple dumplings this morning. We can get some while they’re nice and hot.”

We walked back into the hall, and I felt like I was walking on air. No matter what destiny or fate or the gods threw at me, I was still Yokudan! My blood and my bones and my soul were still of Hammerfell, and of our lost home beyond the sea. And no matter where I went or what I did, they always would be.    

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

I CAN'T STOP CASING PEOPLE😭 They haven't even made an appearance in my fic!

Kristen Dunst as Delphine

Mel Gibson as Esbern

Michael Fassbender as Brynjolf

Sean Bean as Ulfric Stormcloak

Charlie Hunnam as Ralof

Karl Urban as Hadvar

Jason Momoa as Tsun

Raul Bova as Genral Tullius

Sebastian Stan as Vilkas and Farkas

Russel Crowe as The Emperor

@bougainvillea-and-saltwater show us the rest of your cast, girl💖

Okay this is absolutely insane, but please bear with me.

WYGTYA IF IT WAS A MOVIE?

Please note that this is SOLELY based on the actors' looks, it has nothing to do with their personality or other films they starred in!

Also neither of these are face claims, I always see my characters exactly how they're designed in-game, this is just for fun! A movie adaptation AU, if you will.

1. Megan Fox or a Black haired Scarlett Johansson as Ravonna (green contact lenses are needed, though)

✨️the crazy yet charming wizard-bard protagonist✨️

2. Chris Hemsworth as Miraak (look, he is the most mainstream viking-looking dude who has Miraak vibes 🤣) - brown contact lenses needed

✨️the sunshine boy with the gentlest heart. Healer. First Dragonborn. Will definitely cry✨️

3. Toby Regbo as Lucien

✨️the stressed and occasionally awkward academic✨️

4. Rami Malek as Inigo

✨️the loyal Khajiit who finally found his family✨️

5. Max Baldry as Marcurio

✨️the short and angry gay everyone wants to be or wants to be with✨️

6. Tom Hopper as Rumarin - gold contacts needed

✨️the tall and funny himbo who is actually really complex✨️

7. Ray Stevenson (as seen in Black Sails) as Hjaldir

✨️the og bard who is also a pirate. Very charming. Helped in raising Ravonna✨️

8. Tom Hardy as Teldryn

✨️the tired-of-this-bullshit uncle, super protective of Ravonna✨️

9. Taika Waititi as Endryn

✨️the adoptive dad, wholesome, kind, stressed, innkeeper✨️

Tagging @bougainvillea-and-saltwater - this was her idea!! and also @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @thelavenderelf @shitty-drawer @totally-not-deacon you don't have to do this, I just wanted to show you my casting choices :)))) I'd tag more people who read/know about my fic, but I am so shy and scared that I'll annoy you with a random tag🤣

[reachwitch]

Roar of a Wolfborn completed 46/46

After losing her family, Sifkni finds herself almost executed. After fleeing, she travels to Whiterun where she encounters the Companions. She knows their secret, as she is also a werewolf. Despite feeling that someone else is better suited for the role, she is soon thrust into the position of Dragonborn. She must learn to believe in her skills and heal from her past to fulfill her destiny. Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord} | Skjor x OC {M Skaal}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | EPILOGUE |

Hunt of the Blood Moons

After defeating Alduin, Last Dragonborn Sifkni is called to Falkreath for a werewolf problem. She helps solve the mystery, only to have a Great Hunt called on her by Hircine. Sequel to Roar of a Wolfborn Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter PROLOGUE | 1 | WIP

Sivaas

After her pack is killed, Estinan wanders around Skyrim. With no home to call her own, she makes do with hunting or selling her sword arm. She ends up in Riften on a fateful day. With her pockets emptied by a handsome thief, she tracks him through the sewers and begins her strange quest with the Thieves Guild. Brynjolf x OC {F Werewolf Bosmer}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | WIP

Fury of a Tundra Wolf

Former Harbinger of the Companions, Thea Icehammer, joins the Stormcloak army. She fights alongside the army to bring Ulfric his victory and to free Skyrim from Thalmor and Empire's clutches. Galmar x OC {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | WIP

What are Friends for?

Ciara Finley, an aspiring alchemist and healer, finds herself in Helgen. Her childhood friend, Ralof, sits in front of her on the carriage and her fiance, Hadvar, is holding the list for the execution. After a catastrophic breakup, Ciara joins Ralof on his way to Windhelm to join the Stormcloaks. OC x OC  ; Eventual Ralof x OC {F Breton Alchemist/Healer}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | WIP

Toe the Line

'Toe the line means to follow the rules or act in the way people expect you to' A phrase and act Dyrvina was familiar with, growing up as Jarl Skald's granddaughter. Dyrvina is now sent to Windhelm as a Political message to Jarl Ulfric. Arranged to marry the Jarl of Eastmarch, Dyrvina despises her grandfather and Jarl Ulfric. Ulfric x OC {F Nord} Slowburn

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | WIP

Mother of Hunters

Adelina, a devout Hircine follower and werewolf, is called to one of the Lord Huntsman’s Great Hunts. But as the Hare. She must survive three days with his Hunters and three nights with him personally hunting her. Adelina must survive. If only to prove she is NOT a Hare. She will not ever be a HARE. Hircine x OC {F Werewolf Nede/Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | Epilogue | Lore Book

Vestige Liselle encounters another Problematic Prince ft. Dragons (and Mudcrabs)

Liselle’s encounters of Tamriel and Oblivion are detailed in mostly journals. ESO Main Questline, a couple Daggerfall Covenant Quests, Clockwork City, Original Plot: Coldfire Codex, Elsweyr, Mages’ Guild, Blackwood | Future Goals: High Isle and Necrom Abnur Tharn x Vestige {F Breton}

Just a Ruin (and Mudcrab) Advocate | 158 Chapters | Journal Coldfire Codex Chap 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Rage of Dragons and the Vestige | 65 Chapters | Journal Mages’ Guild Fiasco: Journal of Vestige Liselle |  24 Chapters | Journal In Which Liselle’s Fist Lands upon Another’s Cheek | WIP | Journal

Blessings of the Moons

Finnki is the Thane of Whiterun. She takes frequent bounties to keep her life and mind busy. She comes across the scene of an ambush. There’s only one survivor. J'Med. He’s a Khajiit from far-off lands, traveling to Skyrim to shake off his past. Finnki helps J'Med with recovery and fitting into Skyrim. J'Med teaches Finnki about moving on and leaving one’s past. OC {F Nord/Bosmer} x OC {M Khajiit}

Chapter 1 | 2 | WIP

Shadow of the Druadach

Tiernan is the Last Dragonborn. He is also a Reachman. He is a prickly man on his quest to save his world, despite the distrust and prejudice he faces on the daily. While he is looking for an Elder Scroll for Paarthurnax, he meets Rozelia Greensly. A master Mage at the College of Winterhold. She is very interested in the Reach and Reach magic. She joins Tiernan on his adventure, to his dismay. Perhaps the buds of friendship will bloom during their trip to find the Elder Scroll. Last Dragonborn {M Reachfolk} x OC {F Breton}

Chapter 1 | WIP

[juleteon]

a couple of awoos

[skyrim-drabbles-n-stuff]

Skyrim Dudes reacting to getting LDB preggo:

Miraak:

When you told him, he grew silent- reaching up to his mask with a grace that contrasted the following “toss” that followed.

Firstly, he’d be over the moon. There’s a certain sense of pride that comes from making a baby with a legendary figure, such pride being doubled considering he was one as well. Such great things were to come from this child, he just knew it.

However after maybe even as little as an hour, the magnanimity of the situation would settle and next thing you know you’ll find Miraak unable to sleep. Stress, anxiety and over all fear of what’s to come devouring the usually composed man, hell, it was almost as though he was the one carrying the babe.

Overall he’d be happy though, it’s everything he’s wanted since you first assured him of your affection.

Farkas:

Would it be cheesy to say that a werewolf was over the moon? He certainly was. As soon as you told him the good news, his heart skipped a beat.

Him? A father?

Excitement and terror shouldn’t feel so natural together, and yet they completely did. Those wide silver eyes would become glassy, a stupid grin breaking his usually stoic expression as he embraces you, even twirling you around.

The pregnancy would inspire a few uncertain thoughts here and there, but it was perfectly normal. He might’ve been a little scared that he wasn’t going to be a good father, but deep down he knew that with your help, he could do anything.

Vilkas:

On the outside he’d try so hard to keep a calm and composed air about him, but one look into your eyes and he was melting. When you told him that you were expecting a child, his grin was probably the biggest you had ever seen it, the large man approaching you to take you hands in his own.

“Is it true? We’re going to have our own little ankle bitters?”

With a simple yes, he was sent into a frenzy of kisses. He was well aware of the responsibility, but honestly if anyone was equipped to handle such a task, it’s Vilkas. His dedication and passion make him a wonderful father.

Brynjolf:

Whatever he happened to be drinking came shooting out of his nose from the force of which he choked in response. He would be so clueless.

He wasn’t father material, or at least he thought he wasn’t. As such, he’d blatantly tell you his feelings on the matter. It probably wasn’t the best decision he’s ever made but it helped put things into perspective.

After about a month he comes around. He’ll genuinely apologize for his previous actions, finally beginning to feel that “zing” of excitement for the arrival of his unborn child.

[hircines-hunter]

[nooklingposting]

'Hey Vilkas! Look what we can do!'

Her favourite activity is teaming up with Farkas to mildly annoy his brother. And that's valid.

[lightthatwontfade]

Okay hi hello! This is my first time posting my writing on this blog, and my first time writing something creatively in months. So, I’m sorry if this is trash. Sometimes you just have to write out your shower thoughts, I guess, lmao.

This is for @korvanjund​​ 25 Days of TES Cheer! Day 1 is Snow! My participation was a last minute decision, so I’m sorry fi I’m late on every single one of these, lol.

The day was surprisingly nice for mid-Evening Star. The Companions, much like the rest of Whiterun’s residents, were determined to make the most of the sunshine and warmth, so they moved their usual shenanigans outside. The twins and Aela were taking turns sparing with one another; Njadaa and Athis were engaged in their usual bickering, and Ria, occasionally interjecting in their conversation, was polishing her sword. Even Tilma had taken some time to enjoy the warm, fresh air. Naturally, Torvar was nowhere to be found, either passed out in bed or down at the Bannered Mare.

While she enjoyed the company of the others, Liefeli had settled on the far side of the steps leading from the Jorrvaskr’s porch to the training yard. She felt like being alone today, and the book she had been reading held most of her attention, anyway.

As the sun peeked out from behind the thin blanket of clouds above, Liefeli gently closed the book and turned her face towards the sunshine. It had been a few weeks since she’d felt the warmth on her skin, and, from what Farkas had told her, it was likely the golden rays would soon be hidden until spring came to thaw the land.

“You are smiling,” Farkas says, startling Liefeli. When she opened her eyes, she found that, despite his size, Farkas had snuck up on her. “It is nice.”

Liefeli could feel her cheeks warm and quickly looked away.

“I am heeding your warning,” she smiled as she turned her attention back to the sky. “If I can remember this feeling, perhaps I will get through my first winter in Skyrim.”

Farkas’ only response was a soft hum of approval. After a few moments of silence, he asked, “What is your happiest memory?”

The question takes Liefeli by surprise. “I-I do not know.”

“Come on,” Farkas said as he gently bumped her shoulder, “there has to be something.”

He was right; there was something. And, despite the memory filling her with warmth and happiness, it also left her feeling empty, longing for a time long since gone. The irony of it all, she thought, that your happiest moments were often shadowed under a thick cloud of longing.

She lets a long exhale out before she dares speak again. “It was long ago when my father was still around. Do not give me that face,” Liefeli said as she shook her head at Farkas’ bemused look. “Just because we did not often get along does not mean my father cannot be the center of my memories.

“He came storming up the stairs one night and came straight to my bed. It was back when he would call me his little star. I remember him saying, ‘Liefeli, my star, you must get up! You must come out!’ I had spent so long hearing about war and battle that I thought the fight had found us. I did not even have time to ask him questions before he was shoving my boots, my thickest cloak into my hands and ushering my back towards the door. I was very scared to see what was on the other side of the thin wood, but…”

She trails off for a moment before chucking a little towards herself. “Snow. It was snow that was waiting. I remember being confused, you know? Snow is not uncommon in High Rock, and I had seen my fair share of ice storms at that age.” Another pause, and Liefeli shook her head. “I think he knew he was going to leave us. He wanted to spend as much time as he could soaking up those last moments with us. But it is okay. I got to experience the first form of fighting I will ever approve of, with snowballs.

“It is funny, though. For many years after, I always hoped he would come back for me after the first snow fell. Obviously, it never happened, but I cannot say I am too sad he never came back.”

Farkas sat quietly once she was done with her story. In his silence, Liefeli realized that, even though in years past, recalling that night would often bring tears to her eyes, she felt just a twinge of longing, but nothing else. “Why do you ask?”

Instead of answering, Farkas chuckled and stood up. “Farkas!” Liefeli insisted, but he began making his way back towards his brother. “Ugh, Farkas!”

___

Barely a fortnight passes before Liefeli is pulled from her sleep in a similar way that her father had, except this time it is Farkas, and there is much less haste in his actions.

“What is it?” she exclaims as she jerks straight up in her bed. Farkas is little more than a looming shadow standing over her, and it leaves her feeling a little uneasy. “Is someone hurt?”

“No,” Farkas whispers as he holds his hand out to her. “Shh, I have something to show you, but you have to be quiet, so the others do not wake.”

Liefeli allows Farkas to pull her out of bed. He waits impatiently by the door to the whelp’s room as she groggily slides on her boots and cloak. “What is wrong” she hisses as she’s ushered up the steps to the Jorrvaskr’s main level.

Due to the stillness of the hall, mixed with the barely burning embers in the large firepit, Liefeli can only assume it is late in the evening. It was rare that the mead hall was ever completely empty, let alone as quiet as it was now, so the fact that she is unable to stop a moment to soak in the peace makes her a little sad. It is a short-lived feeling, however, as Farkas begins pulling her towards Jorrvaskr’s front doors.

“Where are you taking me,” she huffed. She was prepared to tell him off when Farkas ignored her question, but then he opened the doors.

On a normal day, Liefeli would describe Whiterun as a painfully average city. There was nothing special about it, besides the now-burnt and slowly dying Gildergreen in the center of the Wind District and perhaps Dragonsreach. But tonight? She could only describe it as one thing.

“Beautiful,” Liefeli whispered as she looked out at the snow-covered city below her. The snow that had quickly blanketed the city was still falling in large, fluffy lumps, making the scene even more magical.

“Isn’t it?” Farkas whispered back, the gentle smile he wore evident in his voice. “The first snow.”

When Liefeli looked up at him, she found that he wasn’t looking out at Whiterun at all. Instead, he was deeply focused on her. The sliver of moonlight the snow-filled clouds allowed through, mixed with the sparkling reflection of the snow, made his ice-blue eyes even colder, yet Liefeli had never felt so warm.

As if to help direct her attention, a rather large snowflake fell between the two of them and stuck to the hair of Farkas’ beard just below his bottom lip, a lip that Liefeli suddenly could not draw her attention away from. As if he could somehow read her mind, Farkas began leaning closer to her, so close that, if she was brave enough to lean up just a hair, their lips would undoubtedly collide.

However, before she has the chance to act on the enticing thought, the moment is interrupted by an all-too-familiar, all-too annoying voice. “Farkas! Lief!” Torvar slurred as she stumbled slightly up the steps towards Jorrvaskr. “Whateryou doing out here inda snow?”

Farkas let out an annoyed sigh before straightening back up to his full height. Completely unaware that he had just interrupted something, Torvar wedged his way between Liefeli and Farkas on his way towards the doors. “Damn snow,” he mumbled under his breath as he went.

Once he disappeared into the mead hall, Farkas turned his attention back on Liefeli, though he made no move to return to their previous stance. Instead, he simply slung an arm around Liefeli and turned them both back towards Whiterun.

As she stood with Farkas admiring the peaceful landscape in front of them, Liefeli couldn’t help but think that if Farkas were to ask her what her favorite memory was again, her answer would be just a little different.

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Why Me? (Farkas x LDB)

Hi everyone!!! It’s been a while since I wrote a fic huh? Well anyway, I’ve been thinking abt my boy Farkas & Lyari lately and idk I cranked on the Oblivion soundtrack and then suddenly this fic appeared! So, enjoy.

It gets spicy toward the end, not entirely smut but…spicy.

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Farkas nuzzled his cheek against the crook of Lyari’s neck, closing his eyes as his smell poured into him. A comfort to know that even after all these years…Lyari’s scent never changed. He still felt so right in his arms, perfect.

“Gods, you are like a dog.” Lyari chuckled, wiggling a bit to scoot closer.

Farkas hummed, kissing his already marked up neck and squeezing him a little- making Lyari cry out with a playful little giggle. Then he went quiet, his grip loosening just a bit around him as he let out a small sigh.

Lyari turned, immediately identifying the troubled sigh of his husband.

“I’m sorry darling!” Lyari said, rolling over and catching his gaze. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I should’ve known better than to…” He trailed off, not entirely sure what he was saying.

Farkas shook his head, smiling at him with his steely-grey eyes. There was no hint of hostility, no dark or hardened stare of malice or anger. The gaze of a simple man in love…

“It’s not that.” Farkas answered, rolling over to his back. His brow furrowed as he decided his words.

“I‘ve been…thinking.”

He rolled onto his back, finger tapping against his naked chest as he huffed a bit.

Lyari sat up against the headboard, pulling Farkas’s head into his lap. His heart pounded in a new fixed anxiety. Had he changed his mind? Was this to be the end? It couldn’t be, not now…it’s too soon…or maybe it isn’t. Gods, he’s going to leave me again…

“Why did you choose me?”

The question shattered Lyari’s train of thought, and he looked down at Farkas with a bit of surprise. Farkas was looking at him like a lost puppy all the while, and it made Lyari’s heart twist just a bit.

“Hm?” He blinked a bit. “I’m sorry I-I was…”

“Why did you choose me?” Farkas’s voice was cold and concise, like that of Stahlrim.

“Choose you? For what my sweet?” Lyari began to run his fingers through the nord’s hair, to calm both himself and Farkas in his festering anxiety.

“To marry.” Farkas answered, his voice sounded a bit fainter. “I know what people say about me.”

Lyari felt his temper flare in protective retribution. But there was nothing that could be done, people talked…people always talked. But he couldn’t help but hate it anyhow, and he couldn’t help how his pride perked up its ugly head at the mention of such things.

“What people say doesn’t matter.” Lyari reassured. “They don’t know us.”

“I know.” Farkas said a bit glumly. “But, I’m not anything special. Not like you. I’m not some hero or lord or…anyone. I can’t talk fancy or do magic, or turn into a dragon.”

Lyari pet his hair, his heart burning as Farkas spoke.

“People talk, but sometimes I can’t help but listen. And I just…think.” He looked back up at him, tilting his head a bit.

Lyari sighed, wanting so bad to bundle the nord into his chest and somehow make it all go away. Just make the world stop talking, just for once.

“I chose you because I am desperately in love with you.” He answered.

Farkas only frowned, scratching his beard.

“But, why?”

Lyari cupped his cheeks, his eyes hardening.

“Because, you’re you darling. I don’t know why it’s you but it is. You’re you and I love you…and I haven’t loved anyone the way I love you, and I don’t ever intend on giving it up.”

He thumbed his cheeks, sighing as he gazed at his features.

“It takes a special sort of man to be able to break my heart the way you did.”

With that remark, Farkas sat up- turning to lean over him. Eyes burning with regret.

“Don’t say that.” He said quietly.

Lyari leaned to his touch.

“Well, it’s true isn’t it?”

“I wish it wasn’t.”

Lyari kissed him, hands stroking his broad shoulders. Farkas pressed his forehead to his, closing his eyes.

“But we’re together now…” His voice was soft, reassuring- just above a whisper. “And I wouldn’t change it for anything, not even if the world depended on it.”

Farkas sighed, his eyes fluttering open- a bit shiny. Lyari let himself smile, gently pulling the hair in his eyes behind his ear as Farkas leaned against his hand.

“I love you more than anything, Farkas.”

He then kissed him, a short and gentle kiss- pouring what he couldn’t hope to say into it.

Farkas cradled his face as he was kissed, returning it with a soft passion. He understood it all, understood everything Lyari could not say…and he accepted it. He had always accepted it, no matter what.

When they pulled away, Farkas settled himself on top of him- still looking up at him from where he was on the bed.

“You mean it?” He asked, almost desperate.

“Of course I mean it, iron eyes.” Lyari answered, chuckling a bit as he sank down to the pillow. “I don’t think I could ever stop if I tried.”

Farkas kissed him fiercely for that, making Lyari whimper just a little at his sudden fervor. His eyes were a bit wild as he pulled away, beginning to kiss down his neck and slide his hand between his thighs.

Lyari jolted a bit as the Nord’s hand stroked him, and his teeth caught on his skin as he kissed him.

“I thought you said you were tired.” Lyari remarked, squirming a bit under him.

“I recover fast.” Farkas answered gruffly, suddenly grabbing hold of the underside of Lyari’s legs and pulling them up and apart.

Lyari cried out in his surprise and excitement, Farkas looming over him like he was his long-sought prize.

“Besides, I’d rather show you my love rather than just tell you.”

He then smiled, his canines glistening in the moonlight before finally devouring him.

[aldruiel-scribbles]

I think that, after a long consideration, The Last Dragonborn is without doubt a moronsexual.