#female dragonborn x farkas

[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.”

[memaidraws]

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✦ Onmund x Original Breton Character ��� Farkas x Female Nord Dragonborn

✦ Rated: M (for safety)

✦ Mentions of abuse, found family and magical academy shenanigans.

Despite the rising tension in Skyrim, the College of Winterhold still plays host to a series of magical adventures, more so with the arrival of its newest Nord apprentice, Onmund. But he soon learns that his call to the college wasn’t to answer his destiny, but that of the Dragonborn’s as well.

Fluff, fun and a little bit of angst. Canon can and will be bent. 

Welp, I was gone for a while, but I'm back now. Between depression, burnout and a life changing bit of news, I'm ready to start posting more regularly again, starting with this beast of a fanfic.

I'm mostly editing for clarity and a few lines that bothered me here and there. Thanks for sticking with me, folks!

[justheretop0st]

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.

[litlunacy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Vilkas Characters: Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Female Khajiit Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Khajiit Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Vilkas (Elder Scrolls), Farkas (Elder Scrolls), The Companions (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: Romance, Humor, Idiots in Love, Flirting, vilkas is bad at feelings, farkas gets to be the smart one, dragonborn is just laughing at everyone Summary:

Vilkas doesn't like the new blood. He's fairly certain she doesn't like him either. Of course, he's an emotionally constipated sourpuss, so he's wrong on both counts.

[thedailyimagines]

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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[knightsimp]

A Moment of Peace

Pairing: Farkas x Female!Dragonborn!Reader

Summery: Farkas wakes up in the middle of the night

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 300+ (just a small drabble :))

Date Posted: 6/12/20

Note: I am having writer’s block and I did not proof-read this. Still, I hope it’s good and satisfies your fluffy-cuddle needs!

Farkas opened his eyes. He was dreaming just a moment ago. Whatever woke him, he did not know. He was dreaming of something he had done with the dragonborn plenty of times: hunting and killing a dragon. There was nothing off putting about the dream. In fact, it was a pleasant one and he was a tad upset that he woke up from it.

He was lying in bed at home. In his arms was the love of his life. She was turned away from him and her back was flush against his bare chest. The dragonborn was fast asleep, exhausted. (Y/N) had come home after about a week of being away and she was sleeping like a rock. Farkas propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at her face. He took his calloused hand and swept her hair away from her face. For the saviour of Skyrim, she looked quite peaceful.

Farkas often thought about her and her travels. Though he may not seem like it most of the time, he was worried she may not come home one day. He felt a weight come off his chest every time he saw her come through the Whiterun gates or into the house. Once in a while, she will find something on her travels to give to him and the other companions. He learned the hard way not to ask of the origins.

And now he was glad he had woken up in the dead of night to witness (Y/N) in such a relaxed state. No Alduin, no quests, no jobs to add to the evergrowing weight on her shoulders. This was just… her. 

With a small smile, he laid back down and shuffled closer to her, placing his arm back around her waist and wrapping his legs around her’s. In a land of dragons, giants, and so much more, moments of peace are what these warriors need to keep them going.

[gold-and-rubies]

My Skyrim Fics

Fear and Courage

Female Nord Dragonborn x Vilkas. 

After Solveig returns from defeating Alduin, Vilkas decides it's time to tell her something.

Mulaag Do Fin Zii

Female Nord Dragonborn x Vilkas.

Some feelings start to arise in Vilkas after he and Solveig fight off some Forsworn.

Purity

Female Nord Dragonborn & Farkas & Vilkas

Farkas and Vilkas as Solveig to help them cure themselves of their Lycanthropy. She is more than happy to help as long as they help her cure herself.

[avaleon]

Chapters: 34/35 Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Farkas/OC Characters: Dragonborn, Farkas, Vilkas, Brynjolf Additional Tags: Dark Brotherhood - Freeform, Thieves Guild, Companions, Romance, Sex, Sexual Content Summary:

What happens when the Dark Brotherhood comes knocking on the doors of Jorrvaskr looking for their MIA Listener? Isith doesn't want to find out. Adventure/horror/sexiness to say the least. Complete but discontinued. Currently being rewritten and overhauled and will return as "The Killing Kind" series, part one. Personally recommend that version of events.

[archesa]

This is a BIT of a gamble, but how about Disney for the "give me a fandom" thing? As in Disney movies, Disney Princess movies, etc. :D Also, if you'd like to do, I'd figure you'd get this one anyway, but: SKYRIM

Yaaaay! Yay to both!

So, for Disney ✨

Favorite Male : Kovu, from the Lion King 2... @lilypixy there it is! The prototype for Lucius 😅

Favorite Female: Belle, from Beauty and the Beast 💕📖 she was my rolemodel as a kid, before Hermione and Ginny 😅

Favorite pairing: Belle & Adam, Beauty and the Beast... Obviously! 😁

Least Favorite Character: Pinocchio. I dislike the movie and I dislike the character too. Monstro traumatized me as a kid and even as an adult the movie disturbs me to a point I can't quite explain... Love the Shrek version of Pinocchio, though 🤣

Who's most like me: Anna, from Frozen ❄️

Most attractive : Kovu ermmm... the Beast 😅 I have always been deeply disappointed when he turned back human in the end 🤣#exophilia!

Three more characters that I like: Kronk!! 🐿️Hades!!🔥 Iago!! 🐦

For Skyrim now! Soooo paradoxically this will be harder because I spent so much time writing for some of these characters that my love for them comes not from their in-game version but the magnified version of themselves I wrote or headcannoned about 😅 they've lived in my head and heart, rent-free, since february 2012... It's a long-term relationship, and a passionate love story between me and Skyrim 💕

Favorite Male : Ulfric Stormcloak... DUH!!

Favorite Female: This one's haard! I'm gonna saaaay... I don't know! I do like Elisif and Rikke actually, but for a lack of compelling storylines I've never quite interacted with many female characters on a long term basis... Oh! Okay, I know! Favorite female character? Elenwen!! 😁😈 She's interesting and plot-relevant, powerful, crazy, and an underdeveloped villain and I have to remedy that in my fic!

Favorite pairing: My, this one's hard too! 🤣 Ulfric x DB; Ulfric x Galmar; Ulfric & Galmar x Happiness; Ulfric x healthy sleeping habits 😅

Least Favorite Character: Cicero. I just... Don't get it. I have no interest whatsoever in the Dark Brotherhood... Murdering for fun and profits? Nope! Not for me!

Who's most like me: Oooooh this one's hard... Do I have the right to say Eliana Evergreen, my Dragonborn? No? Well I take the left! #rebel

Most attractive: Farkas 💕🐺

Three more characters that I like: Galmar 🐻, Brynjolf 💎, Tolfdir 🧙

[varricmancer]

Intertwined | 2

*** Cross-posted on AO3 ***

Pairing: Farkas x F!OC

Summary: A child of Mara was a soul blessed and bound to its mate for all eternity. Elizabeth Williams is summoned to Mara as a lost soul, only she’s from modern America and her mate is somewhere in the wilds of Skyrim.

A/N: Quick note - Don't worry! I don't plan on rehashing the script the entire time. This part was just essential so that Elizabeth recognizes where she is and what's going on.

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She’d gone to college so she’s woken up to some horrible things before - puke in the bed, strange houses, dates that were definitely a product of beer goggles. She couldn’t ever remember feeling this horrible, however, not even during the worst hangover in her memory.

Elizabeth’s entire body ached, from the pounding in her head to the sharp stabs of pain in her ankles. The pain was amplified every time whatever she was in would hit something and bump her. If she was in a car they were the slowest drivers of all time, and they had the top down. The sun was piercing through even her closed eyelids. She tried to bring her hand up to shade her eyes from the painful light, only to realize she couldn’t.

She tried to crack open her eyes instead, but she was still groggy and her vision slightly blurred. She took a sniff instead, immediately recoiling. Overwhelming amounts of body odor, spoiled food, and what certainly smelled like shit of both human and animal variety.

Where the hell was she?

Someone groaned next to her and she finally managed to focus enough to see clearly. She looks up into the grim face of a strange man. His blonde hair was scraggly and clearly hadn’t been washed in ages as it hung around his face. He wasn’t ugly, just kinda dirty. Like, Kurt Cobain after a roll around in some dirt.  

“Hey, you’re both finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there.”

She looks around, finally noticing that she’s in the back of an old rickety wooden wagon, the kind that they usually put in old westerns or other period movies. There are several men stuffed in the back with her, all of them with their hands tied in thick rope. The one nearest the back of the wagon is even gagged. She looks down at herself and notices that she is indeed tied up too, but she also has an extra rope tying to her the man next to her. The one blinking up at her groggily with red eyes set in a face of grey.

Okay...so she guesses she’s still dreaming? Her head really fucking hurt and she could barely think straight, but she felt like she knew what was going on. If only her head would stop pounding enough for her to concentrate.

“Damn you Stormcloaks... Skyrim was fine until you came along! Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you I’d have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. You there, “ he nods towards the grey man next to her, who stops glaring at his ropes long enough to lift a questioning eyebrow at the angry brunette man. “You and me, we shouldn’t be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.”

“We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now,” says dirty Kurt.

“Shut up back there!”

Elizabeth startles at the sudden shout, turning to look at the drivers themselves. They were wearing what looked like medieval armor. She even spotted a glint of metal on their hips, like they were carrying real swords. She gulped and spared a look at the grey guy still tied to her, noting that he looked just as freaked out as her even if the proud tilt of his head remained.

“What’s wrong with him, huh?” The angry brunette man snorts and nods his head towards the large gagged man in the back.

“Watch your tongue! You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.”

Apparently, dirty Kurt had said something truly terrifying, because angry brunette looked ready to piss his pants. “Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion... if they’ve captured you... oh gods, where are they taking us?”

“I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits.”

“No, This can’t be happening! This isn’t happening!”

Angry brunette looked on the verge of a panic attack and she was afraid his terror was infectious because she was starting to freak out herself. Her mind was finally clearing of the painful fog and she realized she knew this scene. She’d seen it play out a million times. She could quote it word for word if asked.

“Hey, what village are you from horse-thief?”

“Why do you care?”

“A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.”

“Rorikstead. I’m from Rorikstead.”

“General Tullius sir! The headsman is waiting.”

Everyone in the wagon turns to watch as two official-looking men meet to talk. Elizabeth swallows thickly when she recognizes Hadvar. Fucking Hadvar.

“Good, let's get this over with.”

“Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh! Divines, please help me!” Angry brunette mutters loudly, rocking back and forth in his seat. What was his name again? Something with an ‘L’ she thinks.

Dirty Kurt - who she now realizes is Ralof - scoffs at the men. “Look at him! General Tullius, the Military. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves, I bet they had something to do with this.” He pauses and looks around the filthy little village. “This is Helgen... I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Velod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in... Funny, when I was a boy Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.”

Elizabeth feels her breath hitch as they turn the corner, the little scene where the father is ushering his child into the house so he wouldn’t witness the deaths scarily familiar.

The wagon is slowing even more, and she looks around, amazed that she could recognize everything. There’s Hadvar, waiting with his list. There’s his bitch of a Captain. There’s the chopping block. There’s the tower where Alduin...oh fuck.

“Get these prisoners out of the cart!”

The wagon stops with a jolt and she struggles to keep her balance. The grey guy (Dunmer, she recalls. Dark Elves) is someone that she doesn’t recognize but seems nice enough since he pushes his shoulder against her to keep her from falling over. She smiles timidly in thanks, and he nods briskly. She realizes he’s been silent the entire time. Could he be the Dragonborn? It would be a giant fucking joke on the entire world if she was.

“Why are we stopping?”

Ralof looks at the angry brunette with pity shining in his eyes.“ Why do you think? End of the line. Let’s go, we shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.”

Ralof stands bravely and leads the way out of the wagon, despite angry brunette’s panicked whining.

“No! Wait! We’re not rebels!”

“Face your death with some courage, thief.”

To be fair to the guy, Elizabeth was starting to feel like breathing was becoming difficult. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could feel her entire body shaking. To be honest, she was probably in the middle of both a panic attack and whatever shock did to the body. She felt almost detached and yet this still all felt almost too real.

“You’ve got to tell them we weren’t with you! This is a mistake!” angry brunette continues ranting.

“Step towards the block when we call your name, one at a time!” the female Captain shouted. Elizabeth glanced around nervously. Any moment now she was going to wake up. Hopefully, before she had to put her neck anywhere near the wooden block still stained with past kills.

Hadvar clears his throat and adjusts his papers before turning towards the gagged prisoner.

“Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm.”

They all turn to watch as the large man walks defiantly towards his place in line.

“It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric,” Ralof nods his head towards the man.

“Ralof of Riverwood,” he moves to his spot in line proudly.

“Lokir of Rorikstead.”

“No! I’m not a rebel! You can’t do this!”

Elizabeth flinches as angry brunette tries to make a run for it. She’d always thought this part was fucked up.

“Halt!” the Captain yells at him.

“You’re not going to kill me!”

Horrible choice for your last words, she thinks.

“Archers!”

Elizabeth observes in horror as the arrow flies through the air. Surprisingly enough it landed in his knee instead of his head or gut. He rolled around on the ground, groaning. Elizabeth thought she might be going a little crazy if all she wanted to do was giggle and make jokes about guards and arrows to the knee. Maybe the guard in Whiterun was angry brunette the whole time.

The Captain glares at the rest of the prisoners. “Anyone else feel like running?”

Hadvar crinkles his nose and looks at the Dark Elf man next to her.

“Wait... You there. Step forward.”

The man did his best to walk up to Hadvar without pulling her too much. He subtly eases her behind him and quirks an eyebrow at the soldier.

“Who are you?” Hadvar questions, glancing between him and the list in his hand.

“Sundrose Droleno,” the Dark Elf answers, his voice refined and currently sounding very bored and unimpressed with the entire affair. If Elizabeth hadn’t noticed the fear flashing briefly in his eyes while they were on the wagon, she would think him unaffected entirely.

“Another refugee?” Hadvar sighs. “The Gods really have abandoned your people, dark elf. Captain, what should we do? He’s not on the list.”

The woman sneers at him and shrugs. “Forget the list. He goes straight to the block.”

Hadvar frowns, obviously trying to hold back saying something. Finally, his shoulders droop and he looks at the dark elf, apology shining in his eyes but meaningless as everyone now knew how unfair this entire thing was.

“By your orders, Captain. I’m sorry. We’ll make sure your remains get returned to Morrowind. Follow the captain, prisoner.”

Hadvar finally notices Elizabeth behind the Dark Elf, frown deepening as he notes the combined rope.

“What’s going on here?”

“He tried to stop us from taking her,” one of the soldiers that drove the wagon answered. “Figured he’d come along easier if he had his...lady friend,” the soldier snorted, showing exactly what sort of friend he thought she was.

“Enough!” the Captain shouts. “Take care of her next. Whether she’s accomplice or camp whore makes no difference. She was with the rebels. Collect her name and stand her in line.”

“Captain, I don’t think…”

“Exactly. You’re not to think. You’re to follow orders. Or do you want to join them? Don’t think I’m not aware of where you’re from. A childhood friend of yours, perhaps?”

“No, Captain,” he swallows, shutting his eyes briefly before calling her forward.

“I’m sorry. What is your name?”

She swallows to wet her dry throat, answering softly, “Elizabeth Williams.”

Hadvar raises his eyebrow but scratches down the name. “And where do you hail from? High Rock?”

Elizabeth merely nodded her head, knowing that any other answer like, “Planet Earth,” or “Arizona,” would probably get her a trip to an interrogation chamber rather than waiting out here for the inevitable outcome.

He then waves for her to join the dark elf, no one thinking to bother untying them from each other before sending them to the block, apparently. As she steps up to her place, she searches the skies frantically for signs of Alduin. Unless her being here has changed things he should start heading over here soon. Hopefully, before they made her walk up for her turn.

She hadn’t realized how much she was shaking until the dark elf - Sundrose? - placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He leaned over slightly and whispered in her ear, “Don’t let them see your fear. Head up, little one.”

She exhaled harshly and nodded, squaring her shoulders as she resumed her search. That’s right, she’d be okay. This man next to her was the Dragonborn. She was going to live.

General Tullius walked towards Ulfric, his eyes burning with hatred and fanaticism.

“Some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn’t use a power like the voice to murder his king and usurp the throne.”

Ulfric growls warningly from beneath his gag, but the General ignores him.

“You started this war, flung Skyrim into chaos. And now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the peace.”

Finally, the sound that Elizabeth had been waiting for rang through the skies. The far-off roar of a dragon.

Hadvar looked around nervously. “What was that?”

“It’s nothing. Carry on.” General Tullius snapped, eyes never moving from Ulfric.

Captain Bitch salutes him. “Yes, General Tullius!” She turns to the priestess they’ve so thoughtfully provided. “Give them their last rites.”

The drably clothed woman nods and turns towards the line of prisoners.

“As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the 8 divines upon you-”

“For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with,” one of the Stormcloak soldiers snaps and marches towards the chopping block. Elizabeth swallows nervously, because holy shit, was she really about to see someone decapitated?

The priestess stops and stammers, looking at the soldier with a mixture of confusion and pity. “As you wish.”

“Come on! I haven’t got all morning!” The soldier bellows. Some of his fellow soldiers snicker, not seeming surprised by this turn of events at all. He takes one last look at Ulfric and they share a nod before he drops to his knees and presses his face to that horribly stained wood.

“My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?”

Elizabeth holds her breath as they step on the man to hold him down, and she watches in horror as the axe falls and -

A hand quickly grabs her head and turns it towards the side, and she finds shelter in the dark elf’s shoulder. Unfortunately, she could still hear the moment metal met flesh and the horrifying thud as they simply kicked the body to the side like trash.

“You Imperial bastards!” One of the Stormcloak’s yelled at the executioners, spitting into the dirt.

The gathered crowd of villagers were screaming a different tune - “Justice!” and “Death to the Stormcloaks!” were the most common. The first taste the game gave you of differing views and sides.

Ralof sighed and she peeked out of Sundrose’s arm to watch him stare proudly at the corpse. “As fearless in death as he was in life.”

Captain Bitch stood at attention, smirking gleefully at Sundrose. “Next, the dark elf!

The distant roar of a dragon grew closer.

You’re an asshole, Alduin, but right now I’d really like you to hurry and get here, she thought.

Hadvar dropped his hand to the hilt of his sword, searching the skies himself.

“There it is again... did you hear that?”

Captain Bitch ignored him, too power-mad to pay attention to anything else.

“I said... Next. Prisoner.”

One of the Imperial soldiers grabs Sundrose’s arm, yanking him forward.

“To the block prisoner. Nice and easy.”

To her horror, they still hadn’t untied her, so she was pulled right along with him and expected to stand at his side as they executed him. She definitely wasn’t picking Imperials this playthrough.

Sundrose knelt gracefully, turning his head to face her.

“Close your eyes, little one,” he said softly, watching her as the headsman raised his axe.

“No need. He’s here,” she grinned, even as terror filled her at the very real Alduin flying close and landing on the stone building behind them. He roared, sending everyone around them into a panic.

“What in Oblivion is that?!” Hadvar yelled.

Elizabeth waited for Captain Bitch and the General to be caught up in the panic before reaching down to help Sundrose to his feet. They both stood there watching as Alduin set the little town ablaze, killing most of their would-be executioners instantly.

Suddenly Ralof appears and grabs Sundrose’s arm, tugging him towards one of the buildings.

“Come on! The guards won’t give us another chance! This way!”

They both run along after Ralof, with the still gagged Ulfric not far behind them. They rush into one of the still mostly intact buildings, slamming the door behind them. Ralof pulls a dagger off of one of the bodies inside, using it to slash all of their ropes. Elizabeth sighs and rubs her burning wrists in relief.

Ralof turns to Ulfric, his eyes wide in wonder - and though he would probably never admit it - a touch of fear.

“Jarl Ulfric, what is that thing? Could the legends be true?”

Ulfric finishes untying his binds and spits out his gag. “Legends don’t burn down villages.”

Alduin’s roars outside rattle the building as he nears their location, all of them looking worriedly at the walls.

“We need to move, now!” Ralof bellows, gesturing for them to follow him upstairs.

They all run until they can’t anymore, finally facing a dead end. The rest of the stairs had been smashed off by Alduin, leaving nothing but a giant hole in the stone wall.

“See the inn on the other side?” Ralof asked, turning to the two behind him. “Jump through the roof and keep going! We’ll follow when we can!”

And here she was, the end of Skyrim chapter one. She startles as Sundrose suddenly jumps without a word. She rushes towards the hole, watching in awe as he neatly lands with a slight roll, before standing up and dusting himself off.

He looks up with a charming grin and reaches both of his arms out.

“Jump, little one. I’ll catch you.”

Elizabeth gulps and walks trepidly towards the edge. She steels herself by taking a few deep breaths, staring at Sundrose as she launches herself from the edge.

Time suddenly stood still as she registered the roar of the dragon was far too close for comfort. She could feel the sweltering breath as he opened his mouth, the stench of sulfur bringing tears to her eyes. Then came the scent of searing flesh as her pained screams filled the air. The last thing she heard was the cry of horror from the man below her.

She supposed as far as ways to die went, this was probably up there. Death by video game. That wasn’t a video game. And it wasn't a dream. Because she was in Skyrim and she was very, very, awake.

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[seigephoenix]

I got something that will hopefully be done for Halloween! Maybe 2 things but at least 1!!

Farkas x Female Dragonborn pwp smut. 🤣

[crying-over-spilled-feels]

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)

[eluvisen]

Tagged by the lovely @slothssassin!

My favourite ships:

Kaidan Alenko x Shepard

Alistair x Tabris

Fenris x Hawke

Nate x Sole Survivor

Sarah Lyons x Female Lone Wanderer

Carth x Revan

Farkas x Dragonborn

Nick Valentine x Sole Survivor

Blackwall x Inquisitor

Liam Kosta x Ryder

Naomi Nagata x James Holden

Tagging @scorpio-skies @ariejul @sociallyacceptablemadness @mrninjapineapple!