#Farkas x oc

[lotartfarts]

Armor malfunctions happen time to time.

Training in heavy armor can be tough, but even tougher when it’s with your crush. 💜 I may redraw or color at some point but i mainly wanted to get it on page. Inspo from dead pool but with Skyrim lol

[nooklingposting]

Farkas finding the Dragonborn after their first time turning. Farkas being furious with Aela and Skjor but prioritising getting the terrified, naked and bloodied dragonborn to safety. Farkas giving the dragonborn his cape to wrap themselves up in for modesty. Farkas tending to their wounds. Farkas using a gentle voice to soothe them as they panic from being disoriented. Farkas letting them sleep in his room because of how scared they are. Farkas telling them about his first time turning and how badly it went. Farkas bonding with the Dragonborn over how scary the beast blood can be. Farkas not leaving his room until the Dragonborn is ready and recovered. Farkas helping them drink and eat if they took a beating. Farkas brushing their matted and dishevelled hair. Farkas holding the dragonborn that night if they have nightmares about the beast blood. Far-

[silvanils]

a ward against the wind’s chill

a prompt fill for @nirnwrote​��

Relationships: Farkas x Aril, Aril & Vilkas, Vilkas & Farkas Rating: G Content Warnings: none! this is pure fluff!

This takes place fairly early in their relationship - not long after Farkas has started spending more nights at Aril’s place than his quarters at Jorrvaskr, and a while before Aril joins the Circle.

If you’d prefer to read on Ao3, you can find the story here!

Farkas awakened just after dawn to  the warm, sweet scent of Aril’s favorite spiced tea drifting up from the kitchen. He couldn’t hold back a grin as he got up and tugged on one of Aril’s soft, fluffy robes — his heart felt warm and soft today, too.

Full.

As he made his way down the stairs, the morning light was starting to drift in through the cottage’s windows. One ray of light fell across the back of Aril’s bowed head, illuminating his snow-bright hair… and Farkas went still without even meaning to, appreciating the beauty of the moment.

Aril was sitting in a strange position, one leg curled up to hold the cloth he was working on — a grey-wool scarf, it looked like, still in-progress. He had a strand of yarn looped around his right-hand while his left was busy working with a hooked needle, growing the cloth a little more with each swift-stitch.

His lips quirked into a little smile as he glanced up from his work, his sky-blue gaze just as soft and warm as the morning sun. “Good morning,” Aril said. “I made enough tea for two.”

Farkas grinned as he made his way over to the stove. An empty cup was already sitting by the kettle, waiting for him, and as he filled it with tea he felt the joy and affection in his heart spill-over.

Gods, I love this man.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asked aloud, beaming as he turned to face Aril again. “I didn’t know you could knit! Is there anything you can’t do?”

Aril laughed, shaking his head. “This is crochet, dear. Ironically, knitting is something I could never wrap my head around. Two needles was too many for me.” He tugged more yarn up, sighing contently. “I find this work is more forgiving of the occasional mistake, too. I’m far from perfect.”

“I beg to differ,” Farkas scoffed quietly, taking a seat across from him. Aril was blushing, now, and that was absolutely adorable. “I mean, look at that! That’s amazing. I wish I could make my own scarves!”

Aril’s ears perked up just a little as he smirked, in the impish way Farkas was beginning to realize meant he was being coy about something. He arched one of his eyebrows and leaned in. “Alright, spill it.”

“This scarf isn’t for me,” Aril admitted. “It’s a gift. For someone’s birthday. Of course, I had made one already, but… I didn’t want the other twin to feel left out, so…”

Farkas blinked, the puzzle pieces finally falling into place. “Wait — ”

Before he could say more, however, Aril had paused his work to pull a neatly-folded scarf out from behind his back. It was made of grey wool, too, but embellished with little stripes of the lovely periwinkle-blue he’d begun to associate with Aril.

“Happy birthday, love,” Aril said. “I hope it keeps you a little warmer in these cold months.”

.

Around noon, Aril and Farkas finally left home and meandered through the Whiterun market as they made their way to Jorrvaskr — and Aril smiled each time his eyes fell on Farkas, taking in the sight of him wearing his new gift.

A ward against the wind’s chill.

It was an old belief his grandmother passed on to him: that there is a special kind of magic in the act of crafting something with your own hands for someone you love. Each step of the creation becomes a prayer.

Stay safe. Stay warm. I love you.

In his hands, those prayers do tend to become enchantments. Both the scarf Farkas now wore and the newly-finished one Aril had tucked in his pack had mild wards against chill and magic worked into them. After all, no matter what the nords might claim… Aril’s sure they are not completely immune to winter’s cold.

His own heart was warmed, now, seeing Farkas wear his gift with such pride.

“That’s a pretty scarf,” Carlotta said, smiling as Farkas perused her stand. “It suits you.”

“Thanks,” Farkas said, grinning as he gestured toward Aril. “He made it!”

Aril knew he was blushing, now — the awe and praise in that simple statement was too much for him to handle, and the way Carlotta’s expression softened as she looked at them, now, together…

“How sweet,” she said, chuckling as she passed each of them a fresh apple. “Here. These are on the house, today.”

The whole city was bustling with activity and the scents of baking — the last big harvest was well underway, now, and Aril was astonished by how efficiently the people of Whiterun were preparing for winter.

When Farkas gave him a curious look, Aril reached out to thread their arms together and smiled up at him. “I was just recalling harvest-time in Anvil. It was never this busy, but… winters there are milder, and the sea provides bounty year-round.”

Farkas placed one of his hands over Aril’s, and it felt like a promise. “Don’t worry,” Farkas said, his voice soft. “I’ll make sure you…”

Before he could finish, though, his brother’s voice rang out from the steps leading to the mead hall. “Farkas! There you are! I was wondering when you’d show up!” As Farkas turned to face Vilkas, he didn’t release Aril’s hand — and Aril, already blushing, flushed more as the way he was tugged along by the motion made him stumble a little.

Vilkas raised his eyebrows. “I see you brought Aril, too.”

“Hello, Vilkas,” Aril said, clearing his throat. As close as he’d grown to Farkas these past few weeks, Vilkas remained distant and aloof. Aril wasn’t sure how to change that. “It’s, ah, good to see you?”

“He has something for you,” Farkas cut in, gently nudging Aril to step forward. “A gift.”

Vilkas raised his eyebrows even more. “Oh? Really? Now this I must see.”

Aril reluctantly let go of Farkas so he could take the little scarf-bundle out of his pack. He’d tied a bright blue ribbon around it, but the soft grey-wool of the scarf was still clearly visible. Bundled up inside it were a few extra surprises — a book he knew Vilkas had been wanting to add to his collection, and a sachet filled with a herbal tea blend of his own making.

“Happy birthday, Vilkas,” Aril said, holding it out. “I hope you like it.”When Vilkas took it, he held it as though it were some priceless artifact. After he tugged the cloth open to see what was inside, his expression grew softer than Aril had ever seen it — and the resemblance between him and Farkas was undeniably clear.

“Thank you,” Vilkas sighed. “This is… very thoughtful.”

And as he draped the scarf around his neck, Aril felt as sense of calm wash over him, as though he’d finally left behind a rocky, turbulent sea.

Stay warm. Stay safe. I love you, too.

[hircines-hunter]

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

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[metize]

Mate (AFAB!Dragonborn x Farkas

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: PWP, In Heat/Mating Cycles, Werewolf Mates, Companions Questline, PIV

Summary:

You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.

“Are you… nesting on my bed?”

You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing.

A/N: I didn't find A SINGLE Heat Fic pwp with Farkas. They're werewolves! That's the whole point of being a werewolf: feral sex. Anyways, hope you enjoy it.

Jorrvaskr was asleep. The night had draped its serene embrace over Whiterun, as the weary warriors found solace within their familiar haven. Farkas himself was deep in the realm of dreams, enjoying the peace of his unassuming chamber. Yet, the tranquility was abruptly shattered by a sudden and insistent pounding on his bedroom door. Startled from his slumber, Farkas jolted awake, heart racing in surprise with the sound of pounding on his bedroom’s door.

He was ready to assume the worst, a strategy that worked just fine for Farkas over the years; strike first, think later. He grabbed the greatsword at the end of his bed and readied his stance until he heard your voice from behind the door.

“Farkas, are you up?" Your voice was breathy, a hint of urgency in your tone.

He put his guard down, it was just you, the dragonborn. He respected and greatly admired you as his shield-sister, appreciating your company whenever you came back from your adventures. He trusted you with his life. He stored his sword away before opening the door.

Sure enough he was met to the sight of you as he opened the door. He was always happy to see you, almost forgetting for a second it was the middle of the night and you woke him up because you probably needed something. You weren’t wearing your full armor, instead you sported a more casual outfit that you used to sleep in, the sight was welcome to Farkas. Seeing you in a more vulnerable position was different, he was much more used seeing you armored from head to toe. It brought back memories from the first time you arrived in Jorrvaskr, full of questions, wanderlust and with a very unusual story to tell. Vulnerable in your nightclothes, yes, maybe that was why he was feeling a sudden overprotective urge.

“Shield-sister, it’s late. Did something happen?” He asked, his eyes darting around the hallway to check for any danger. That was when it hit him. The scent.

Your scent.

Farkas and the other Companions had a very strong sense of smell, it was normal for Farkas to recognize someone solely by their scent, but this wasn’t just your usual scent, this was stronger. Sweeter. And way more distracting.

“Close the door, I don't want to wake the others,” you said, making your way past him and sitting on his bed. You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.

“Are you… nesting on my bed?”

You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing. You blushed hard, caught off guard. This was your first heat, Aela had warned you about heats and how they worked after you had been turned. You had simply completely forgotten. You couldn’t be blamed, you had a lot to do as Dragonborn and your first heat was supposed to happen later, you were sure you had more time to prepare. You were always planning on talking to Farkas about it.

“I… guess I am,” you admit defeated “Farkas, I’m… going into heat.”

“Then you really,” his breath hitched, a low growl in his voice “really, shouldn’t be in here.” His hand gripped the door handle to ground himself, his knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip.

“I’m here for a reason, Farkas,” you said solemnly, you got up and walked towards him. He shot you a glare.

“Don’t come any closer,” his voice was raspy and his commanding tone made you stop in your tracks. “I don’t know how much longer I can control myself with you in this state.” His breath was labored and his gaze was intense.

“Farkas I don’t want you to control yourself,” you looked at him through half-lidded eyes, regaining courage to walk closer and reach for his hand. “I want you to help me…”

As soon as your fingers touched his hand it sent a spark of electricity through you’ve been hit by a Chain Lightning spell. You didn’t even get to hold his hand, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your body flush against his. He leaned down burying his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in as much of your scent as he could. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief at his proximity, at the sheer intimacy. You grabbed onto him like a lifeline, your instincts slowly taking over your mind, the wolf inside you screaming for more.

“Please… Farkas…” You muttered under your breath.

Farkas pulled you up by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He dropped you on the bed, oddly enough the little organizing you managed to do added so much to your comfort level. Farkas was on top of you, his mouth was hungry for yours and you were all too happy to oblige, you kissed him back, running your fingers through his long hair.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he admitted through gritted teeth, his hands undoing your blouse and groping your breasts.

“You don’t have to be…” You reassured him, his mouth was on your neck now marking you with his teeth as he pinched your nipples. You moaned in pleasure but with a hint of impatience, you squirmed under him pushing your hips up to feel some friction. “Please, please, I need you inside.”

He grunted before gripping your waist and forcing your hips down.

“It’s your first heat. I don’t wish to hurt you.” “I can take it, Farkas, please, my mate, I need you, need your cock,” you begged, your instincts completely overwhelming you with need. Farkas froze at your words before eagerly undressing the both of you in a rush.

You whined each time his hands left your skin, you felt feverish and aching with need. You were already soaked when Farkas pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, he looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust. You didn’t trust your voice to beg him again, so you tried to give him a pleading look hoping to get him to have mercy on you and give you what you were craving.

A broken moan left your mouth as he entered you with his length, Farkas seemed to be losing control, as you hoped, his patience and kindness giving place to his feral instincts to take and breed. He was fully in, save for his knot, when he started moving his hips fast and deep.

Your whines and moans were loud, you couldn’t help it, his tip was hitting deep into you and your body programmed itself to feel nothing but pleasure at this time. Your mind was completely gone, solely focusing on Farkas’ cock slamming into you with force and speed.

“Mine, mine, mine…” Farkas kept repeating and his words only brought you closer to climax, giving yourself completely to your mate to be owned and used to his content was embarrassingly arousing. “My mate… You look so beautiful, so needy for me, for my knot, you want me to stuff you full, hm?” You nodded rapidly, trying to let him know how eager you were without depending on your words, since you weren’t sure you could even string a sentence together. But that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled at your hair and growled into your ear. “Say it, say what you want.”

You whined, the sting in your scalp only fueling your pleasure, you looked up at him with an imploring look. “Farkas please, I want y-you to breed me please…”

He grunted, his pace steady as he looked into your eyes. “Do you? Then why did you wait so long to seek me?” He punctuated his phrases with deeper thrusts, making you cry out as he hit your deepest and sweetest spot. “Why parade around Jorrvaskr smelling this sweet and ripe for the taking? Were you hoping just any Companion would take you out in the hallway?” His voice was aggressive, possessive and it turned you on so much. “Skjor? My brother?”

You shook your head. “N-Never! Just you, I’m yours Farkas… Please!”

“Cum for me.” He growled and picked up the pace. You do. You saw stars when he reached deep inside you, the warmth of his body against yours and his teeth biting down your neck. Farkas wasn’t too far behind himself, his pace getting erratic and you could feel yourself yearn for his knot. “I’ll cum deep inside of you, my mate. Is that what you want?”

“Please… I need it, please, please…” You begged pulling him into another kiss.

His mouth devoured yours as he pounded you into the mattress, his own beast ordering him to breed you, to take you, to claim you. He thrust one last time into you, his knot plopping into you, locking you together as he buried his seed deep inside your pussy. He moaned against your ear, tugging your hair as you felt his breath on your skin.

You held each other for a second, catching your breath and letting the afterglow warm your heart. Farkas placed a kiss on your forehead and stroked your hair.

“I’ll take care of you, however many times you may need it, my mate,” he said, voice low and earnest. You hummed contently and nodded.

“Can we go once more?” You said and he chuckled.

“However many times you need it.” He repeated.

[helgiafterdark]

my fav part about the werewolves is the way their eyes glow during the bloodmoon

[wildmelon]

sims 4 taught me that no one does romance like a sex mod

[cryptid-called-ash]

Breyth: let’s play a fun game! It’s called ‘Sahrotaar or Vilkas’. I give you actual quotes I’ve heard Mira say, and you tell me if it’s something he said to his dragon or his fiancé.

Alduin:

Farkas:

Odahviing:

Vilkas:

Sahrotaar:

Miraak: I don’t like this game.

[necrophatic]

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 13 (Day 2)- Secret/Golden

It’s a warm day in Whiterun, and especially for training at Jorrvaskr. Two of the women of the kitchen staff take the Companions out some refreshments, one of whom Farkas has a crush on. Cute fluff, a little angsty, ultimately adorable. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest

Nord/Altmer OC x Farkas 

Warnings- None

Wordcount- ~850

***

Farkas looked up at the sound of Torvar cheering, taking him out of the spar with his brother. A couple of the kitchen girls had come out with refreshments. Kynhild put out a tray of mugs and a couple bottles of mead while Fritha went around with a cup and bucket of water. She stopped at where Ria and Athis had paused their match, before heading to where Aela and Skjor waited. 

Finally, she made her way over. Farkas’ heart skipped. The sun shone brightly, turning her hair into a golden cloud that poked out from beneath her floral patterned kerchief. Even her skin had a golden glow, though her cheeks had reddened as she approached them. 

She went to Vilkas first and his heart sank. He and his brother had both stripped out of their shirts under the surprisingly warm sun, and Vilkas had always been the more handsome one. And why not? He was smarter, more articulate, and cut a flawlessly trim, muscular figure. And women loved how he carried himself in that aloof way. Farkas, even with his larger size, could hardly compete with that, though he didn't often begrudge his brother for it. But right now, it hurt to watch Fritha smile at Vilkas, knowing he couldn't compare. Why else would he be dead last for a water call? 

He tried to put those thoughts aside as Fritha turned toward him and all but ran over. Her face was so completely flushed it almost glowed with heat. He waited for her to exclaim something about Vilkas, as many did.  He gave her a smile, even as that arrow of thought thrust deeper into his heart.

“I'm sorry to interrupt, Sir Farkas, but Tilma didn't want anybody fainting from the heat, so we brought some water and drinks.” She smiled. “I'm sorry I didn't get over here sooner. And for interrupting your sparring.” 

“That's no problem at all. Can't complain about somethin’ to drink in this heat.” He took a deep gulp from the water she handed to him, still cold from the frost enchantment on the cup. 

“Do you and your brother always spar like this?” She asked, teeth delicately chewing at her bottom lip. 

Ah, there it was. The start of it. He shrugged. “Well, only when it's hot out.” 

“Perhaps I shall have to ask for jobs in the yard on hot days, then.” Her face immediately turned an even deeper crimson, and she shuffled her feet. “Bring water to keep you both hydrated.” 

“Well, you'll have plenty to look at while you're at it,” he waved his hand over at his brother. “I get it.” 

She raised a finely shaped eyebrow at him. “I suppose… but that wouldn’t be my first choice. I mean you’re... Maybe I shouldn't have said anything… oh, gods…” 

“Why would ya look at me when Vilkas is right there?” 

“Why wouldn't I?” 

Farkas looked at the cup in his hand and shrugged. “He's the smarter one, the handsomer one.” 

“Says who?” The indignation in her voice made him look up. Her pretty, green eyes were dark under her golden, furrowed brows. 

It caught him off guard. “Uh, everybody says that.” 

“Well, I'm glad I'm not ‘everybody’ then.” Her face softened. “I think you're much more handsome. And you've always been so kind. I…I don't think you should sell yourself short. Um, I should get this water over to the table, and get back to my duties. Again, sorry to bother you!” 

“You're never a bother.” He reached out, gently touching her shoulder. “Thank you, Fritha. I’ll watch for you, when you come round again. Maybe it'll stay warm for a little while longer.” 

She gave him a smile and fled, water bucket in hand. Vilkas came over as Farkas watched her go, the sun turning her hair into that golden halo again, barely contained by the kerchief. He found himself sighing. 

“She's beautiful.” He said it softly, reverently. 

“She likes you, too,” Vilkas nudged him with an elbow. “When she came over I've never seen someone blush that hard. She kept saying how she was going to make a fool of herself the minute she came over here.” 

“Why?” 

“I think she got a little flustered seeing you. I told her not to worry too much. That it would be fine. She thinks you’re gorgeous, by the way. Makes sense, since you’re the better looking one.”

“What? No, I’m not. You are. Women always look at you more than me.”

“Not at all! Do you not see how they stare at you in the market?”

“No way!”

“I see it every time!”

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before they both burst out laughing. Njada walked by, slowing and giving them both a look. 

“You two okay?”

“Well, it seems each of us thought the other was the better-looking one.” Vilkas wiped at the tears streaming down his face. 

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “You’re twins. You look almost the same. The pair of you are both handsome, which is good because neither of you is very smart.”

She scoffed as she left, but it only made them laugh harder.   

[lotartfarts]

Farkas indulgent doodles featuring my Dragonborn. Such a confident brute. Can’t blame Farkas for being afraid of spiders, the Skyrim spiders are pros at jump scaring.

[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.

[seigephoenix]

Kinktober 2024: Free Space

My second Halloween themed free space for Kinktober! A trip to Skyrim is in order for my favorite Dragonborn and werewolf. These two are a comfort ship of mine.

Ship: Aurelia Tullius/Farkas Content Warning: bath sex, fingering, p in v, mostly plot for this one with a little porn Length: 2.7k

13th of Frostfall

“It’s time for that ghastly tradition,” Skjor complained as he stared out the window as the city of Whiterun prepared for the festivities after dark.  The children already wore their carved or stitched masks resembling creatures of myth.  The Companions stayed inside during the holiday as most disliked the use of magic during the festival.  Vilkas leaned back in his chair as Roscar made his way up from the barracks.  He looked uneasy, which alarmed the inner circle.  Their Harbinger rarely had that look in his eyes.

“I received a report from the Thieves Guild over in Riften,” Roscar began and Skjor scoffed.  Roscar sent him a quieting glare and Aela put her hand on Skjor’s shoulder.  “There are reports out by the springs of the Pumpkin Spectre.  I would normally attribute this to a youth’s prank, but the Guildmaster assures me that this is serious.”

“And you trust this Guildmaster?” Skjor asked cautiously.  He was surprised when even Aela nodded.  “A thief?”

“We’ve come to an understanding with the guild.  Given who is associated with them.”  Skjor took only a second to think about it and he heaved a sigh.

“Of course.  The Dragonborn.”  Roscar nodded.

“She isn’t the Guildmaster, if that’s what you’re worried about.  Her only formal affiliation is the College of Winterhold, but that woman has more connections in Skyrim than I do.  And I’ve lived here my whole life.” Roscar chuckled as Aela grinned at Skjor.

“Wait, if Aurie is with the College then surely, they’d deal with the Pumpkin Spectre?” Aela asked.  Roscar nodded and crossed his arms.

“About that.”

Whiterun, Market District

A cold chill went down Aurelia’s spine and she whipped around to see what was behind her.  Nyx and Nazir looked back at her as she stared at the streets with a suspicious gaze.  “Aurie?”

“I thought I felt something watching me,” she replied before turning back to her friends and hurried to catch up to them.

“Is that your costume?” Nyx asked as Aurelia grinned and gave a small spin.  “I’ve never seen a dress like that.”

“It’s from Cyrodil.  It was the latest fashion when I left.  Apparently, my mother snuck it into my trunk that was delivered to the soldier’s barracks up in Solitude.  My uncle sent it to me and at least this way it gets some use.”  Nyx chuckled as Nazir rolled his eyes.  The dress could barely be called a dress.  The material appeared to be held together by the grace of the divine.  Silken scraps of fabric draped over Aurelia’s legs resembling the petals of a flower.  The top had a plunging neckline clasping to a brooch at her waist.  The back was just as sparse and Aurelia felt a little uneasy showing off her scars so much, but she had to get used to them eventually.  Aurelia put a mask on her face to resemble a spriggan and that was her costume.

“I can’t believe your mother did that,” Nyx said as they approached the stalls setting up in preparation for the evening.  She’d received the same missive from Sylvana and had made her way to Whiterun.  Nazir had to see it for himself.

“Why are you two in Whiterun anyway?” Aurelia asked after they finished carving their pumpkins.  She set a small light spell in hers and grinned at the flickering light.  Nyx set the candle in hers and Nazir set his aside as normal.

“We had a mission close by and Nyx wanted to see you.”  Aurelia grinned at Nyx who gave her the same warm smile in return.  Nyx wanted to protect Aurelia and so she would not be leaving her side that night at all.

After sunset

Aurelia wandered the streets as she saw the kids running along the edges of the pathways, screeching in laughter as they scared each other.  She gave them the treats she carried when they approached her.  They all paused as the lights flickered out with a strong breeze.  The children screeched in laughter and ran back to their parents, thinking it was all a grand game.  Aurelia did as well until she felt the cold prickle at the back of her neck.

“Aurie,” Nyx called out as they searched for her in the crowd.  “How could I lose sight of her!?” Nyx looked around worriedly as Nazir searched the crowd as well.  “Wait!  The Companions!”

“What do you mean?” Nazir asked.  “I know they are well acquainted with her.”  Nyx shook her head.

“I can’t say.  It’s part of the agreement I have with the Harbinger,” Nyx explained and while Nazir didn’t like it, he understood the secrecy.  The Companions kept their secrets and Nyx would keep theirs.  “But they can find her.  Keep looking please.”  Nazir agreed and watched as Nyx bolted towards Jorrvaskr.

She burst in causing all the warriors to jump to their feet.  Farkas was by her side first and helped her up.  “Farkas.  Shit.  I lost sight of Aurie in the marketplace!”  Roscar’s gut twisted at those words.  “I swear it was only a second but she was gone.  I can’t track her, but maybe you can?”

“If anyone can, it’ll be Farkas.” Aela assured Nyx as Farkas was already out the door.  “Let’s go and wait in the marketplace, maybe Aurie just wandered off.”

“Somehow I doubt it, but I’d like to think so.”  Nyx shook her head and she walked with Aela and Roscar back to where Nazir was.

“I haven’t been able to find her, but one of your people just rushed past me going that way.” Nazir pointed over his shoulder towards one of the side streets.

“I told you that Farkas would be able to find her.  Woe be to the Pumpkin Spectre,” Aela said with a laugh.

Side streets

“Hello?” Aurelia asked as she whipped around at the sound of the creepy laughter.  “If this is one of your pranks kiddos, it isn’t one of your better ones.”  Aurelia shivered at the icy breeze that surrounded her.  She turned at the sound of someone approaching and lashed out only to encounter warm flesh.  A familiar scent wrapped around her.  “Farkas!”

“You shouldn’t wander off.”  She puffed up at him and he ran a hand down the back of her head, checking for any injuries.  “Are you hurt?”

“Hmm?  No.  Why?” He breathed a sigh of relief.  “Why?”

“Roscar got a note from your thief friend.”  Aurelia tilted her head curiously.  “The Pumpkin Spectre is after you.”  Aurelia pointed to herself.

“Me?  What for?” Aurelia asked but he could only shrug in answer.  She huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms over her chest as she tried to figure out what the hell a spectre wanted with her.  It was ridiculous, unless.  Farkas bared his teeth menacingly as the creature appeared behind Aurelia.  She looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened.

“By the Nine but you’re ugly.”  Farkas and the spirit both paused at her outburst.  Farkas couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped and Hollowjack rattled his bones at Aurelia.  Farkas grabbed her when she started towards Hollowjack.  “You’re just a damn Daedra.”

“What?” Farkas whispered as Hollowjack recoiled at her yelling at him.  “Are you certain?”  Aurelia looked over her shoulder and gave him a scathing glare.

“Of course I’m certain.  Cyrodil celebrates this festival too, and I learned all about its origins.”  She pointed towards the Daedra.  “And I know you picked me because I’m carrying something you want for your damned festival.  Picked it up at an abandoned temple the other day.”

“Give it back.”

“Alright already.  Hang on.”  Aurelia yanked free of Farkas and looked down as a few of the silken petals fell into his hands.  “Well, that’s fine.”  She turned back towards the Daedra and crossed her arms.  “First things first.  You bring us back to Nirn, specifically Skyrim.”

“Wait, we’re in Skyrim.”  Aurelia shook her head at Farkas and that’s when he realized there was a strange smell that he couldn’t place in the air.

“No.  We’re in Detritus.  His domain,” she said pointing to Hollowjack.  “Now send us back.  Then I’ll give it back to you.”  Hollowjack rattled his bones at her.  “Nope.  That part is not up for negotiation.  Bring us back or I make what you want into bone ash.”

“It is done.”  With a snap of his fingers they were in Aurelia’s home in Whiterun.  Farkas looked around in surprise before stepping closer to her, keeping his eye on the Daedra.

“Well, that is handy.  And here is what you want.” Aurelia waved her hand and the horse skull appeared in Hollowjack’s hands.  Farkas heard the faint call of a horse as if it was coming from a great distance away.  “Now, go enjoy your holiday and leave me be.”

“Your soul,” Hollowjack said pointing towards Aurelia.  She let out a laugh that bordered on maniacal, it unnerved Farkas.

“When I die, I want to see the spectacular war between the daedric lords that will happen.”  Both Hollowjack and Farkas stared at her in quiet surprise before the Pumpkin Spectre simply stepped through his portal again, closing it rather quickly behind him.

“Hah, that was easier than I thought.” Aurelia shook her head and turned to face Farkas.  “Were you worried about me?” Aurelia asked as she clasped her hands behind her back while looking up at him.  He nodded, looking at her with the worry still etched into his face.  She reached up for him pulling until her lips touched his in a feather soft kiss.  “You didn’t need to.  I knew Hollowjack was going to come after me.  I looked up what the skull was and kept it with me until the festival.”

“You knew?” Aurelia nodded at his question.  “And you still kept it?”

“Well of course.  I wouldn’t pawn it off on some poor unsuspecting soul.  As many Daedric princes as I’ve faced down, I think it’s better for me to personally take this one on.”  Farkas shook his head but he had to admit that Aurelia had more encounters than anyone he’d ever heard of.  “Plus, I could’ve gotten us out of that plane anytime.  I know the spell for opening a portal to Nirn so I wasn’t too worried.”  Farkas stared at the wall as he tried to wrap his mind around how powerful his partner was.  And he thought of her as a partner and not just a lover.  In his mind, they were on equal footings.  “Though I should let Nyx know I’m fine.”

Aurelia flicked her wrist and the message was sent.  Nyx was relieved and passed the message along to the Companions.  She and Nazir headed to a safehouse for the Brotherhood in Whiterun to sleep for the evening.  Roscar finally let himself get some sleep without worrying about a damned Dragonborn traversing damned planes of existence.

Breezehome

“You want to take a bath with me?” Aurelia asked, tilting her face up towards Farkas.  He nodded and pointed towards her tub.

“I’ll fill it,” he said but she shook her head.  He narrowed his eyes.  “No magic.”

“What?  Why!?  It’s a lot quicker.”  She turned to face him as he got that stubborn set to his jaw.  “Magically summoned water won’t harm your precious werewolf ego,” she said poking his chest with her finger.  Farkas glared down at her and grasped her finger, tugging until his lips pressed a kiss against the palm.  “Besides, this house doesn’t have a well pump nearby.  I do in Solitude, but not here.”  He sighed heavily.

“Fine.”  She grinned and waved her hand towards the tub.  Farkas watched as the water magically rose and steam floated from it.  “Still don’t like magic.”

“But you like me?”  He nodded.  “Then that’s all you need to trust.  You don’t have to trust magic but trust me and know I’d never do anything that would harm you.”  He opened his mouth to argue but agreed.  He could trust her, and he did trust her.  He grumbled a little but he agreed it was more efficient than filling it by hand.

“Now, to get this thing off.” Aurelia jumped when his hand brushed the front of her outfit.  She looked over at him when his fingers twisted and set the brooch aside, and she grinned when his eyes widened as the outfit fell to the floor with a soft flutter.  “Yep, the only thing holding it together was that little pin.”

Farkas gave her a look that had her breath hitching in her chest.  He backed her up until her hips hit the side of her tub, smiling down at her in a way that unsettled her nerves.  Her heart thundered in her ears and lips trembled under his fingers.  “Get in the bath,” he murmured before brushing his lips across hers.  Aurelia smiled up at him and climbed in sighing as the warmth soaked into her body.  He climbed in behind her after stripping out of his armor.  “Now talk.”

“Hmph, you want to know how I came to acquire the horse skull of the Pumpkin Spectre’s phantom steed?  The one that carries the headless rider?”  Farkas nodded as he pulled her back against his chest.  She was safe and unharmed.  He’d been so worried and now all that worry melted away.  “It’s stupid.  I went into the temple thinking it held a word wall.  I stumbled across the horse skull on a small altar to Malacath.  Some poor sod felt betrayed last year by the Pumpkin Spectre and stole the skull.  I do not know how they came to acquire it, but as soon as I touched it, I felt the magic go through me.  So I availed myself of the College’s expansive library and found the damn thing in a book.”  She sighed and rested her head against his chest.

“You’re a trouble magnet.”  She grinned and agreed that it described her perfectly.

“Rarely do I go looking for trouble but trouble always finds me,” she replied and sighed when his hands slid up to cup her breasts.  “Farkas.”  He shook his head and leaned forward.  His lips trailed over her shoulder, savoring the feel of her shuddering beneath him.  He eased one hand between her legs, groaning when he found her already aching for his touch.  His fingers slid into her body, curling just right as his palm massaged her sensitive nub.  His teeth sank down onto her skin with each soft moan pulled from her chest.

Aurelia panted as the heat folded itself into knots between her legs.  She shifted until she was able to sit up and then sink down on his cock with her hand guiding him into her weeping folds.  His arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her in place as he buried his face between her shoulder blades.  He just wanted to savor the connection with her for just a little longer.  His lips trailed up her spine before parting on the back of her neck and nipping the sensitive skin there.  He groaned when her body clamped down on his cock.

Aurelia began to rock her body against his, seeking the friction she so desperately needed.  She didn’t care about the water or anything else.  She just wanted to make them both feel good.  Her head dropped forward at the feel of his teeth against her.  His fingers teased and gently pinched her clit, bringing her closer and closer to that edge.  A keening cry escaped her with each stroke and press of them.  She fell off the edge into a tempest.  Waves of heated pleasure crashed through her, her mind went blank from it all, and her fingers dug into the sides of the tub.  Farkas curled around her back as his cock spasmed inside of her.  She heard him whisper her name as he came inside.

They both sat in the silence for a few moments, just basking in each other, before he slowly lifted her off him.  A weak protest met his ears but he was determined.  He wanted more.  Farkas climbed out of the tub and reached in to scoop her out.  “Use your magic to dry us.  We’re going to the bed.”

[hircines-hunter]

[hircinesanters]

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.

[NOT PROOFREAD]

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.

[helgiafterdark]