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the good old days
OC! VALTHALA x VILKAS FICS
I wrote some more of my LDB's married life with his husband....instead of studying for my finals. Anyways...here they are!!!
BROTHER BEAR
"Perched on the stone’s base were two bears: one big, one small, separated only by a honey-nut treat between them.
Those were the last things Vilkas saw before they turned away to the roads that led to Whiterun, to the same roads that would lead them back for the next year, and the next."
WORLD'S BEST
"Whiterun’s trees were only half as scary. Every breath and every step bounced off their trunks and returned a hundred times louder. Even the creak of his leather boots seemed loud enough to scare off every deer across Skyrim.
Which was why he kept glancing toward the moons and prayed they somehow slowed down.
Or: Blaise goes hunting with his Pa, and learns a valuable lesson."
Ok I am so sorry if this has already been requested before, but do you have any thoughts about the boys (farkas, vilkas, brynjolf) with a male dragonborn that's much bigger and stronger than them? Like a dragonborn that's 2m tall and could probably bench press them
That's all, hope you have a wonderful day/night ^^
I think Vilkas would have the hardest time adjusting to it. He's been in the traditional 'boyfriend' role in all of his relationships so he isn't certain how to act. Very accustomed to playing a very masculine part. He's never minded doing so but this is different. Poor Vilkas probably hadn't explored his sexuality much. He's been attracted to women in the past but his relationships never seemed to work - always so focused on work. The Companions are his only priority. So when he's tasked with calling in the recruits from the training yard and sees the new guy sweating through his tunic he just stops functioning for a moment. "You alright?" He has the nerve to wipe at his face with the hem of his shirt, giving Vilkas an indulgent look at his muscled stomach. "Good." Vilkas blurts because he can't fucking think. "Mealtime." Vilkas with a boyfriend who squishes his cheeks when he's being too grumpy. Whose nice smile makes Vilkas' heart pound when he's reminded to stop taking things so seriously. "Stop thinkin' so much." He chastises Vilkas, who is too busy containing the blast of arousal at a calloused thumb tracing over his lip. He thinks it's so hot that this recruit leans down to speak to him. Broad chest so inviting under his unlaced armor and lips parting just enough around his name. Vilkas getting flustered over his boyfriend's hands urging his jaw up for a kiss. I will always think Vilkas deserves a partner who pushes his buttons. Winding him up just enough then cutting through all that annoyance with a compliment. "Calm down, pretty boy." And Vilkas just shuts up because he can't form a proper response.
Farkas who doesn't realize that this is more than friendship for way too long. Who catches himself watching his friend remove his armor with more interest than usual and shrugs it off. He's used to being the strongest in their guild - he's the muscle. A new guy who's taller and broader than him would surely grab his attention, nothing more that he should worry himself over. Maybe he's jealous. Farkas rationalizes it this way, telling himself that he's simply concerned about his role being taken. That's why he spends so much time staring at his friend's muscles. Sparring is their main form of flirting. Bruises on both their bodies from blunted weapons they tossed aside ages ago. Farkas' heart racing as he's pinned to the ground, confusing emotions tangling together when he feels his friend straddling him. Thankfully his face is buried in the grass, hiding the telling shade of red his cheeks have turned because he's enjoying this. "Give up yet?" Farkas' eyes flutter at his voice. "Nah." He responds, trying to keep the same casual tone. He doesn't want to make things weird. A thick arm wraps around his neck and his hips twitch, arousal and affection pounding through him. His friend laughing into his hair and Farkas becomes painfully aware that this isn't just friendship. I think Farkas would like being carried around, too. His heart racing when his boyfriend hauls him over his shoulder after a few too many drinks. Jorrvaskr's a blur of orange candles and fuzzy faces as he's carried down to his quarters as if he isn't several hundred pounds of muscle himself. "Y'know I can still walk." Farkas giggles after being tossed into his mattress. "I know." His boyfriend grins down at him and Farkas is caught in his gaze. "I like carryin' you, though."
Brynjolf's not used to working with a partner. He's worked alone since he gained his footing as a thief. So Mercer assigning him the bulkiest, tallest fucking man who's stepped over the Flagon's threshold in ages is more than insulting. How the hell is he supposed to train this guy to hide? Brynjolf's not small but he's spent decades learning the best spots to squeeze past guards and how to carry himself to avoid suspicion. This guy's broad frame and tall stature might make Bryn a bit lovesick but they're a liability. Brynjolf growing impressed by the lightness in his recruit's footsteps. The surprising ease with which he scales a wall. It's still a task reminding him to duck from patrolling mercenaries but his skill negates most of Brynjolf's annoyance. Sure, he's attractive enough. He's got a nice smile and eyes that seem to cut through Bryn. Brynjolf supposes if he was a decade younger maybe he'd try flirting. He's grown accustomed to loneliness though, so he stuffs those feelings deep enough to forget about them. "Get down -" "What?" Brynjolf doesn't have time to explain. His heart's racing but he manages to tackle his partner before the guards round the corner. Adrenaline courses through his veins and he's straining to hear every footstep, entirely ignorant of the shameless way he's resting atop the other man. "If you wanted to touch me that bad, you could've just asked." Brynjolf's shocked by the brazen words from under him. He attempts to roll away but is stopped by a hand on his hip. "'Scuse me, lad?" Does he sound shocked enough? Brynjolf can only hope. That cocky smile is nearly his undoing. This is the routine they settle into - the new guy shamelessly flirting and Brynjolf pretending he doesn't understand. It must be some joke, right? This young guy can't be interested in him.
Stand for the flag
Collections drawings of Vilkas. Maybe I’ll finish some of them 😋
A taste hard to forget 🩸
after 6 hours I am allowed to die now
took me about 3 hours a piece but i like the high honor one more
Awoooooooooooooooo 🐺 🔗 Vargarskuggi - SerketHetyt's Farkas & Vilkas Overhaul
young vilkas </3
Vilkas and Tilma
You think the twins used to fight over who was older? Like they genuinely didn't know, so all they could do was speculate, and they both wanted it to be them
God yeah, they'd be so annoying with it too.
Vilkas is sure that he's older because he knows better. He's the one always keeping Farkas out of trouble - talking him out of sneaking past the guards or climbing to Jorrvaskr's roof simply to 'see what it's like'. He's felt a paternal sort of protection over Farkas for as long as he can remember, it would only make sense for him to be the oldest. He takes care of his brother when he's injured and lectures him about keeping himself safer, things Farkas always laughs off. His brother's cavalier attitude only reinforces Vilkas' belief that he's the oldest.
But Farkas swears it's him - he's the strongest, after all. He knows how to have fun and his 'little' brother is too busy stressing over every little thing to see the bigger picture. Farkas wants to open his brother's world up, to show him that risks won't always end in the ruination of your entire life. He knows he's the oldest because in his mind, he's got a wider view of the world. While Vilkas is stuck worrying about the worst possible outcome Farkas is able to shrug it off and find fun in any situation.
Werebear stuffs featuring Ulfric Stormcloak (Skyrim) because I couldnt think on a better subject hgksh. Not exactly the Werebear design of the Game, so its more like a HC. Also this would either fix him or make him worse and I'm here to see that
"Are your ears still ringing? Hope that goes away soon..."
I've been demanded to post this (/j)
A bit of an old piece but it did NOT feel right to post it before I even talked about Vivild in the first place (hence the shorter hair) but.... have a little moment between him and Hadvar!!
vilkas x oc wip <3
Well hello there 👀👀👀👀 Listen you KNOW I'm biased as frick so I have to ask about Afterlight (beloved) but also........... hello Reunion, what is THIS???
omg hiii solar!! you ask and u shall receive <3
AFTERLIGHT - YOU ALREADY KNOW!!!!!
She'll get a ref eventually but holding out the Fandas siblings throughout their livelihood from day one to the present
(Close-ups of each part can be found under the cut)