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Omnom
Absolutely in Love
🔸WIP Wednesday (4/1/26) 🔸
Tagged by @knifecalledlust @cresu @honeybeebunny111 @sulphuricgrin @flycasual @theoneandonlysemla @chiqita @neloths-tea @madamefluffnstuff
Can’t really decide what to post…. So have some…. Sifarkas Cuteness I guess. I haven’t decide if I will put it in a main fic somewhere or continue further.
Farkas stared at his reflection in the small mirror. He parted his hair one way and then another. A soft sigh left his lips, catching his wife's attention.
Sifkni looked up from the desk. Her brows knitted together as she watched Farkas mess with his hair. "What's wrong?" She turned in the chair and faced him. "You've sighed a few times…. Not like you."
Farkas put the mirror down and looked at her. "Aela said I was graying." He pursed his lips but it turned more into a pout. "I know I'm getting older…."
Sifkni covered her mouth as she laughed a little. "Aela has gray hairs too. She's older than you…." Sifkni walked over to Farkas and ran her fingers through his hair. She parted the dark locks, finding small sections of gray hair. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I have some gray hair too…."
Farkas rested his head against her chest. "You think there's a way to cover it up?" He wrapped his arms around her. He sighed again.
"What?! I love it!" She brushed through his hair, holding a lock of lighter hair. "I think it suits you well. And I find it incredibly beautiful…."
Farkas looked up at her. "Are you saying that because you love me?" He pouted.
"I mean, I do love you." She laughed. "But, there's a charm to gray hair." Farkas frowned. Sifkni sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "We are both getting older, my love. I want to grow old with you." She whispered. "I love your gray hair."
"Really?" He mumbled against her neck. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. "You really think it's attractive?"
She ran her fingers through his hair. "Absolutely." She kissed the side of his head. "Absolutely find it attractive. Seeing the glints of silver under the moonlight…." Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. "Devastatingly beautiful."
Safety
Prompt: Recovery
For @tes-season-unending-fest
Words: 1290
Characters: Sifkni, Farkas
Summary: The Dragonborn, Sifkni, makes a grave mistakes going on a job alone. She is gravely injured. And she’s lucky her husband, Farkas, follows her.
Preview:
She fought against her body until a familiar scent brushed passed her.
Juniper.
Farkas…?
Her grip on the dagger loosened and the blade fell into the dirt beside her. She collapsed to the ground with a soft thud. She groaned, still trying to fight back her body's response to the blood loss.
Warmth engulfed her. The heavy smell of juniper mixed with her own blood. Hints of petrichor. Her consciousness wavered in and out. Sometimes a soft prayer floated by in her mind. Or an explicit curse.
Lavender. Chamomile. Iron. Stagnation. Soft whispers. Low prayers. Movement. Jorrvaskr. Wolf. Juniper. Warmth.
Safety.
Understand my Ship
Tagged by @sulphuricgrin
Gonna tag @cresu @umbracirrus @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @neloths-tea @honeybeebunny111 @friend-of-giants @loviecrafter and anyone else. No pressure or obligations. Blank under read more
18 and 19 for the not-so-wholesome 👀
Hi friend! Thanks for asking!
18. What was the lowest point for them as a couple?
Uhm…. I’ve put these two through fucking Oblivion and back and it doesn’t seem to be stopping. But they both probably agree that their miscarriage is lowest for them (And losing Kodlak shortly after).
19. What's something they can't stand about each other?
Sifkni takes on too much when there is danger. Farkas wants her to divide and conquer but she charges ahead by herself.
Farkas’ has confidence in the skills he knows, but he’s reluctant to start new skills out of fear of being made fun of. Sifkni is trying to coax him out of that mindset by tackling new things together.
A Wolf in Whispering Halls chap 1
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Gen
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Relationships: Farkas (Elder Scrolls)/Original Female Character(s), Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Farkas (Elder Scrolls)
Characters: Farkas (Elder Scrolls), Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Female Nord Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Werewolf Dovahkiin | Dragonborn (Elder Scrolls), Miraak, Hermaeus Mora
Additional Tags: Dragonborn DLC (Elder Scrolls), Mind Control, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Werewolves, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship
Summary: Years after defeating Alduin, Sifkni and Farkas venture to Solstheim for a retrieval job. The job leads them through ancient ruins and planes of Oblivion they never expected to encounter. Ancient whispers speak of the First Dragonborn.
Preview
"Sifkni! The ship is about to dock." Farkas poked his head in the small cabin where Sifkni leaned against the wall, seeking anything solid to hold on to. He braced himself on the frame as the ship lurched to the side. "Whoa…." He watched Sifkni's face go through an array of emotions.
She cursed. "Divines!" Sifkni braced herself against the wall and groaned. Once the rocking subsided, she leaned against the wall and groaned again. "Thank the Divines it stopped." She covered her mouth as a small belch escaped. She swallowed back a wave of nausea. "I'm never getting on a ship or boat ever again." She whined.
Farkas let out a soft laugh. He walked over and brushed her hair away from her face. He wiped the sweat from her face with the sleeve of his tunic. "At least we are getting away from home. No one should know us here. Not like on the mainland." He fixed her hair. "Let's get you up to the deck. Some of the fresh air should help. And we are almost to land."
I thought that video with the wolves and apple you reblogged yesterday was really cute, so I wrote you a fic based on it. I hope I did Sifkni justice!
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In the middle of a midnight run across the plains, Farkas veered off-course. Sifkni and Vilkas’ howls either grew more distant or Farkas’ ears had turned off. He’d caught a scent and he intended to follow it.
A campfire had been set up here, next to a running creek. Did Farkas know whose it was? The scent was maddening familiar, as if he’d perhaps passed the person once or twice in the streets of Whiterun.
His enthusiastic nosing knocked something small and round. Farkas touched his nose to it as he sniffed, then gave it an experimental bite.
An apple! How exciting.
He laid down to lick at it. Sifkni and Vilkas’ howls grew louder now as they neared. Paws padded the ground, then came panting, and the long grass near Farkas rustled. A great auburn wolf broke through first, blue eyes piercing even in the darkness. Sifkni sniffed at Farkas’ apple, curious, and then let off when Farkas tensed. She laid down beside him, and Farkas continued to happily lick away.
Vilkas came over to Farkas right away to put his mouth over Farkas’ head. Farkas stilled, though certainly not because he believed Vilkas actually meant to hurt him. Farkas growled. When Vilkas nosed at the apple, bared teeth preceded a snap. No.
But Vilkas didn’t care. He circled Farkas and Sifkni, eyeing the apple. Defensiveness rose in Farkas. Vilkas always did this. He didn’t even like apples! Not even in human form. He only wanted to pester Farkas and ruin the experience of this glorious find.
Vilkas tried again to go for the apple, crawling over Farkas from behind. That did it. Farkas stood up, which launched Vilkas into the air as his own tension led to a jump. Farkas snapped his teeth and took off in chase. Vilkas tried to outmanoeuvre Farkas, but Farkas knew him too well. They tripped over each other, tumbled, and then rolled in a growling mess. Before either one could come out on top, they sprang apart.
Panting almost as though he laughed, Vilkas trotted off into the grass. Farkas sulked back the way he’d come, back toward Sifkni. He broke the grass, and would’ve gasped as a human at what he saw.
Sifkni licked at his apple. His apple! She stopped when she noticed him. With her head down so that the whites of her eyes were visible like quarter-moons, she wagged her tail.
Farkas huffed an exhale. Then, again with each step over to her that he took. He dropped in front of her, nose between his paws as he stared at the apple. He would not whine. He wouldn’t.
Sifkni’s licks slowed. After a long moment, she knocked the apple with her nose. It rolled toward Farkas.
Happiness rose inside Farkas’ chest. He went for the apple, then paused. Passing over it, he licked into Sifkni’s mouth first. She watched him for a moment before standing. She ran off, probably to find Vilkas. Until Farkas’ apple was gone, she would keep his bothersome twin away.
I am fucking crying over how cute this was! Omg! I love you anon! You are a wonderful person and I wish you nothing but good things forever! Thank you! Thank you!