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power | brynjolf x reader

a/n: ty all SO much for 50 followers ahh !!! here's a celebratory bf brynjolf fic. technically sfw but it's suggestive if you squint bc bryn's a tease lmao

“Everything alright, love?”

His voice, tender and gentle, pulls you out of your thoughts. You look up from the dagger you were sharpening, though your lack of concentration keeps you from doing a good job.

Brynjolf crosses the training room to approach you. He looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and concern, studying your features intently. Even when he’s assessing you for your emotions, his gaze sends flames along your skin.

You nod. “Yes, just fine.” You turn back to your dagger, swallowing any other words that might give you away.

He makes a small humming noise. Then he’s sitting next to you, the locked chest you’d been using as a seat creaking with the added weight. His shoulder taps your own.

“Are you sure?” He asks. “You seemed very unfocused during that meeting.”

Your stomach takes a dip. You’d been praying to Nocturnal that nobody had noticed - especially him.

It wasn’t often that a meeting was called for all the Guild members to attend, so you knew it had to be something big. And something big it was, because whatever map Brynjolf had rolled out onto the desk looked too complex to be a simple grab-and-go mission.

Turns out the owner of a grand estate somewhere outside Solitude will be gone on a business trip, the optimal chance to swoop in and take all the riches that can be found within. Surely, he’ll have some guards there, but that’s nothing for seasoned thieves like yourselves. So there was a lot of planning to be done - who goes in, who grabs what, which paths and entrances to take. You really did intend to pay attention.

But then Brynjolf had started drawing circles and lines on the map, and you found yourself watching his hands. You’d never noticed how well-formed they are,how muscular and veiny, how they are adorned with tiny scars and notches. And how nimble in their movements…

And then he had leaned over to gesture to one area of the map, and you’d caught a whiff of his scent. He smelled like leather and warm spices, something comforting and masculine, a refreshing waft of air compared to that of the cistern.

And then at one point, still locked in discussion, he had quickly tied up half of his hair and gathered it into a messy knot, getting it out of the way so he could see better as he hunched back over the map.

Unfocused is a major understatement for your state of mind during that meeting. You’d been entranced by him, reminded of your boundless infatuation.

But you hope you still have a chance to play it off. “Did I?” You ask, trying not to let one drop of nervousness show up in your voice.

Brynjolf watches you fidget with the dagger in your hand. “Mhm. I wager you weren’t even listening.”

Your head shoots up to look at him. “I was listening!”

Half his mouth lifts in a smile. You see a little sparkle in his eye, and immediately, you regret saying anything. “Really, now? What’s your role in the plan, then?”

You open your mouth, then close it. You look away again, heat flushing the ends of your ears.

Brynjolf chuckles softly. “That’s what I thought.”

You go back to messing with the dagger, but you don’t get very far before he’s reaching over and taking it from you. His hand brushes over your own, and you feel a prickle shoot up your spine.

“When you’ve been in the field as long as I have, you become very observant.” He sets the dagger aside and his hand goes back to yours, but this time, the grazing of his fingers on your palm is slow, and feathery - deliberate.

Your heart starts to race against your ribcage.

“And it seems like you were very observant of me,” he says, his voice dropping a little.

The warmth on your ears rushes down your neck, and you know if you try to play dumb again, it’ll only get worse.

So you give a lazy shrug instead. “Maybe…”

Brynjolf laughs again, a soft rush of his breath falling against your cheek. “You could have picked a better time.”

“I know - sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be, love. In fact, I like it.”

His fingers dance farther up your hand, to the sensitive skin of your wrist. His thumb prods at the pulse point, and even though it’s a light touch, you feel a jolt leap up your arm.

“You do?” You question, getting a nod in return. “And here I thought you would chastise me for not paying attention.”

“If I were still your superior, I would,” he says flatly.

You scoff and start to gather a reply, but then his hand strays higher up your arm, and your words die with a hitched breath. Your thoughts stumble over one another as your attention shifts to the path of his touch.

You can feel the warmth of his palm through your leathers as he reaches your shoulder. His fingers stretch out to briefly weave some of your hair between them. One of his fingertips grazes your jaw, and your heartbeat flickers.

“But we are equals now. We run this guild together.” Brynjolf’s voice goes soft, matching the gentle movements of his hand as he tucks the strand of hair behind your ear. “Frankly, you can do whatever you want - even if it’s drooling over me at a meeting.”

You roll your eyes at that comment. For a second, you forget the nervous state his touch is putting you in. “I was not drooling. Don’t exaggerate it.”

He snickers. “Had it gone on a little longer, I’m sure you would have started.”

Your blood simmers at his teasing. But once more, your attempt at a retort vanishes when he leans closer. With your hair out of the way, you can feel the subtle warmth of his breath on the side of your face. His hand is back near your shoulder, the pads of his fingers resting against your skin.

The pounding in your chest increases, making it difficult to draw in a slow, unsteady breath. But there is also an excited flutter in your abdomen, and the nerves are overpowered by the desire to play along, to feed more into his intoxicating attention.

You turn your head to look at him. The immediate eye contact is so intense that it’s nearly overwhelming. But you tilt your head, holding that sensual gaze of his. “You like the power, you mean.”

Brynjolf cracks a smirk. “Aye, that might be true.”

Suddenly you feel his fingers slithering down your back, making you flinch with a jolt. He laughs. “Alright, very true. I like having the power to do that.”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” you mutter, flushing deeper as his fingers stray lower.

“Too late.”

He moves to the small of your back. His fingertips trace your spine, diving into every little ridge as they work their way back up. You shiver, back rippling with movement, but he keeps going.

“I could get drunk off of this,” he says, sounding a little winded. His hand pauses between your shoulder blades, his thumb making a sweeping motion there.

You cast him a glance. “Careful. You know what happened to the last Guild leader to abuse his power.”

He grins again. “Right, right. But if you ask me, I’m using mine wisely.”

His hand travels up until his palm is flat against the nape of your neck. His touch feels warm on the exposed skin there. His fingers stretch up, easing themselves into the hairs at the base of your skull.

Another tremor runs through your body, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. It’s almost embarrassing how weak you are for him.

“Doesn’t seem very fair,” you murmur. You look at him again, trying to narrow your eyes in defiance, but you’re caught off guard by the heat in his own gaze. His own composure is slipping, the amusement in his eyes slowly being washed out by something more serious.

“Is it not?” Brynjolf’s voice drops lower, and so does his head. His mouth is dangerously close to your neck, the sensation of his breath there causing your lungs to lock. “Do you even know of the power you have over me, love?”

That surprises you. You start to voice a doubtful “really”, but it turns into a silent gasp when you feel his lips brushing ever so lightly over your throat.

“How often I look at you when you don’t notice? The effect you have over me when you say my name, or when you give me one of those gorgeous smiles from across the cistern?” He carries the breathy words further down your neck, his stubble grazing the sensitive skin above your collarbone. He’s so close that you wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel your crazed heart pumping. “How often I think about you at every moment, how utterly obsessed I am with you…”

You shudder. It’s a struggle to find your voice, but you manage to whisper, “I .. didn’t know.”

Brynjolf moves back up slowly, his mouth never quite lifting off your skin, until right before he reaches your own lips. He inches back just enough to reply, “Now you do.”

Then he’s finally pulling you in for a kiss. You’ve never melted into one so fast. His lips caress yours with a fierce hunger, one you easily match. It is pure instinct that takes over your body, that drives you to cling to one of the buckles on his armor and bring yourself even closer. You thrive off the warmth provided by him in every way - his hands squeezing your waist, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, his ragged breaths tumbling onto your face.

It puts you into a euphoric haze, one you only break out of when you impulsively slide a hand up his neck and into his dark russet locks and he groans into the kiss. The sound alone shocks you to your core, but feeling it from his chest, pressing against your own - that is forever etched onto your memory.

You break apart, a brief second passing where you both merely catch your breath, sharing the same air and tingling aftereffects. A warm, amusing realization appears in the clouds of your mind.

“I get it now.” You tilt your head and leave a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I could get drunk off of this.”

Brynjolf’s laugh is breathless, his lungs still recovering from the kiss. But his hands snaking up your waist and back have a newfound strength.

“Like I said, love. Equals.” And he captures your lips again.

[bwoobiez]

Dumb Dog [NSFW || Vilkas x GN!Masc!Reader]

— CONTENT: Masc-bodied reader but they're kept gn, pet play, size kink, dumbification elements, some monsterfucking and brief piss play

— AUTHORS NOTE: more submissive vilkas! i wanna see more submissive vilkas!

SUMMARY: To the rest of Whiterun and the Companions, Vilkas was a formidable warrior who was not only skilled in battle, but gifted in intelligence as well. But whenever he was getting demolished by you, you ripped that mask right off to reveal the big fuck-mutt underneath.

He used to see receiving anal as a threat to his masculinity, so he never had it until his first sexual encounter with you. He still had an insecurity towards being perceived as the “submissive” one in the relationship, so he put up his macho front again in public.

“Just be gentle, ok?” he stammered. His eyes flickered between your face and your cock, wondering how the hell you’d even fit it all. “Of course, love,” you cooed as you slathered some lubricant on your cock and then some on his asshole. One of the strongest fighters in the Companions - and in Whiterun - laid at the edge of the bed with a nervous expression you’ve never seen before. This oh so smart and ferocious warrior was about to take your cock up his ass, how sweet. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, just relax…”

Vilkas never had his mind so completely broken. You’ve fried all his brain cells and reduced him to a dog whose only purpose was to follow commands and cry during sex

Like every mutt, he loved being called a good boy. Besides the bedroom, you also said it during training sessions (when you two were alone) or after bringing down an enemy.

After clearing out a camp of bandits, you both turned towards each other with victorious grins on your faces. You reached over and placed your hands on the sides of his head, ruffling his hair as you would a dog, “Good boy! Goood boy! You are such a good guard dog!”  Vilkas looked utterly adorable. His pretty face was covered in blood, adorned with a beaming smile that revealed pieces of flesh between his teeth. He wore human remains so well! Just a second ago he was skillfully slaying enemies, and now here he was, soaking up commendation from his master. If he were in his wolf form, his tail would fall off from how fast it would be wagging.

Vilkas was tall and very muscular, but next to you, he was small. Just putting two fingers in his mouth completely filled it, and gods, you just loved shoving them in there. Little dummy would mindlessly start sucking and bobbing his head, or stroke your middle and index as he sucked on your thumb; similar to how he'd stroke your cock and suck your balls.

“Mmuuhh aah! Ouhh!” “Yeah…? You enjoying yourself…?” you growled between clenched teeth. All you saw before you was Vilkas bent over, having his body forced back and forth on your cock. His head hung low, causing drool to dribble off his top lip and fall in strings onto the messy sheets. He was getting the daylights fucked out of him, and there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to be sore after this. You removed your hands from his waist and stuck them in his mouth, stretching it into a smile with three fingers on each side. If only you saw how stupid he looked, the silly bastard. All he could do was roll his eyes back as you played with his body, head empty and full of bliss.

[Lycanthrope!Reader] You were even bigger in your beast form, holy hell. Your cock always left his ass a gaping, wide hole that oozed cum whenever you were done with him. You fucked him so rough and so good that he would leak a little.

Speaking of leaking, you both got the chance to leave your “mark” on each other. Farkas smelt a hint of you all over him but did not say anything even though it was so tempting to tease.

[Lycanthrope!Reader] Your stamina was also insane, and sex in your beast form also meant that he wouldn’t get sleep for a very long time, especially if he were in his form, too.

There have been multiple instances of animalistic sex in the remains of fallen foes.

Every sexual encounter added to the many scratches and bruises you both had. They could be played off as battle scars so it wasn’t a big deal if they were showing or not

[dovahkinniez]

NSFW!!

Miraak fucking you with the mask on, hearing him grunt underneath it as his gloved hand wraps around your throat, he can't take it anymore as he watches you squirm and whimper.

[limblessbody]

𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰’ 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 + 𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔳 🖤

SOUTH PARK ⋆౨ৎ��⟡˖ ࣪

stan marsh ‘you make me sick.. no— not in that way!’

[‘breeding kink headcannons’]

kyle brovfloski ‘i don’t think this counts as studying..’

[‘breeding kink headcannons’]

eric cartman ‘why wait for the tables to turn when i can just hit you with a chair?’

[…]

kenny mccormick ‘im not even going through a lot. im just broke.’

[‘breeding kink headcannons’]

[‘headcannons for a s/o who enjoys baking/cooking’]

leopold “butters” stotch ‘i used to be afraid of being found out. im not sure what i was hiding, though.’

[‘headcannons for a s/o who enjoys baking/cooking’]

craig tucker ‘kiss my ass. in slow motion.’

[…]

clyde donovan ‘i have a disease that makes me think big ass latinas are sexy. its called being a fucking genius.’

[…]

tolkien black ‘please just leave me alone.’

[…]

jimmy valmer ‘your honor, i was just furthering the plot.’

[…]

tweek tweak ‘i don’t have an addiction. that’s just the wizard’s curse. the wizard is my parents but that’s not relevant.’

[…]

gregory of yardale ‘i want this twink obliterated.’

[‘nsfw alphabet’]

“the mole” christophe ‘and the girl caress me down…’

[…]

dovahkiin hughes ‘…’

[‘but you gotta learn the rules, and shit, there’s a lot.’]

trent boyett ‘im really pissed and i really want an icecream.’

[…]

damien thorne ‘if i dont terrify people to the core then whats the point.’

[…]

pip pirrup ‘my coping mechanisms might be worse than my actual problems.’

[…]

henrietta biggle ‘i don’t need support ‘cause ive got my underwire bra.’

[‘asking the goths for pads/tampons’]

michael ‘did i hit a nerve, bitch boy?’

[‘asking the goths for pads/tampons’]

pete thelman ‘i swing both ways. violently. with a bat. come get some, motherfuckers.’

[‘are you falling in love? i have a feeling you are..’]

[‘asking the goths for pads/tampons’]

wendy testaburger ‘ew!’

[…]

bebe stevens ‘my haters are basically just my groupies.’

[…]

heidi turner ‘i got diagnosed with weird teenage girl syndrome last week.’

[…]

red mcarthur ‘do your legs get tired from bouncing on my wood all day?’

[…]

kevin stoley ‘i have no rizz, just unusual knowledge about star trek: section 31.’

[…]

vampir makowski ‘sorry that i bit you on the wrist. i was trying to flirt.’

[…]

gary harrison ‘im a nice person, but im about to start throwing rocks at people.’

[…]

mark cotswolds ‘my hobbies include knowing and being right.’

[…]

POST COVID

firkle smith ‘self care is officially over, we are doing drugs again.’

[‘asking the goths for pads/tampons’]

ike brovfloski ‘i didn’t miss the red flags. i just thought they were hot.’

[…]

(every other character mentioned can also be written for post covid, but i only feel comfortable writing these two characters in post covid.)

MINECRAFT MOVIE ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

garett garrison ‘i am currently not livin’ la vida loca right now..’

[…]

steve ‘im what the kids call delulu.’

[…]

natalie ‘thats not what that means.’

[…]

vice principal marlene ‘i cant believe how you looked at me with your johnnie walker eyes.’

[…]

these are my current ones. requests are OPEN!

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[thoughtswithbbg]

Chapter Three

    Sk8erboy_(M/N) has been added to THE BOYS group chat.

    (M/N) woke up to his the alarm he set the night before, for 5:30. Even though he felt like dying because of the time, he got up anyways. He checked his phone messages first, seeing one from Kyle, one DM from coonstagram plus some spam from a group chat he was added too, and a bunch of pickup lines from Kenny that were sent at 3 AM. Why was he up that early anyways? (M/N) decided to check Kyle’s messages first.

My Hot Neighbor

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5:00 AM

     My Hot Neighbor: Hope you have a good day at school :) Me and the guys will be riding the bus if you wanna come with!

    (M/N) smiled at the message, but frowned at the time Kyle sent that. Why were these boys up at such ungodly hours? 

     (M/N): Why are you up so early? 

      My Hot Neighbor: Im always up this early, i have to make breakfast and get Ike up   

      My Hot Neighbor: Wbu? why are you up so early?  

      (M/N): gotta get the drip for my first day of school

    (M/N) didn’t hear a response back from Kyle so he went to check his coonstagram account and look at the dms. There was 20+ messages in that group chat so he decided to check the singular message request first

 Testaburger_Wendy_

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1:40 AM

       Wendy Testaburger: please stay the fuck away from Stan, you f*g.

     (M/N) read the message with a shrug, this random girl couldn’t tell him what to do. He simply deleted the message and moves on with his life. He’s been called worse anyways. He finally decided to check the 20+ group chat messages, after much contemplation of course. He didn’t read the messages though, too much reading and he had to get ready for school soon. 

The Gang Bang

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5:45 AM

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Hello?

(M/N)’s #1 Lover(Kenny_McCormick):

 (M/N) MY LOVE!!

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Wtf is that user name? who is that?

TolkienBlack:

Sorry (M/N), Kenny and Clyde had a fight about whose your “#1 lover” and ended up playing rock paper scissors over FaceTime to decide 

(M/N)’s #2 Lover(Clyde.Donovan.):

KENNY CHEATED, HE SWITCHED LAST MINUTE

(M/N)’s #1 Lover: 

JUST ADMIT YOU LOST 

(M/N)’s #2 Lover:

NO! YOU CHEATED 

Stan.Marsh_: 

Please stop spamming, some of us are trying to get more sleep

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Sorry abt that Stan, go back to sleep

Stan.Marsh_:

Thanks (M/N), See you at the bus stop

(M/N)’s #1 Lover:

How come you give Stan special treatment :(

Cartman_TheGreat: 

Shut up kenny, ur such a SIMP

Sk8erboy_(M/N) changed Cartman_TheGreat’s Nickname to Fattest Ass Around

Fattest Ass Around(Cartman_TheGreat):

FUCK YOU (M/N)

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

:P 

Imma go get ready, ttyl

(M/N)’s #1 Lover: 

LMAO, bye pookie ttyl

(M/N)’s #2 Lover: 

HE’S MY POOKIE NOT YOURS

TolkienBlack:

Not again 🤦🏿‍♂️

     (M/N) laughed at the stupid messages that followed after that. He checked the time, 5:35 AM, he still had plenty of time to get ready. He looked through all the new clothes he bought with Kyle as he searched for a cute outfit. He finally found one, after searching through every single bag of clothes he bought. A striped black and red sweater with black baggy cargo jeans, some chains as accessories and finally some spiked earrings to go in all his piercings. He had a couple in his ears, one tiny spiked stud on his nose, a spiked eye brow piercing and, though no one would see unless he lifted his shirt up, a spiked belly button piercing(i want all these piercings btw), along with all the ear piercings he had. Three holes on the bottom part of his ears that had normal black studs filling them. and then two cartilage piercings on each ear, with matching think hoops filling those too. (M/N) smiled at himself in the full size mirror he bought before doing his hair and then sending a picture to the group chat before starting on his makeup. He wanted to go a bit natural so it’s not as obvious that he was wearing too much.

The Gang Bang

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6:20 AM

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

*Image sent*

(M/N)’s #1 Lover:

OMG POOKIE YOU LOOK SO EMO I LOVE IT

TolkienBlack:

Kenny is that even a compliment?

Also (M/N) you look very nice, I didn’t know Alt was your style

(M/N)’s #2 Lover:

WHO CARES IF HE LOOKS EMO, MY BABY IS SO FINE

(M/N)’s #1 Lover

IT IS A COMPLIMENT, I LOVS MY BITCHES EMO

they’re so hot

smash

(M/N) let me hit please

TolkienBlack muted (M/N)’s #1 Lover(Kenny McCormick)

TolkienBlack:

sorry about that (M/N), Kenny has no filter

Fattest Ass Around:

your all so gay

(M/N) you look like shit, emo mf

Broflovski.Kyle. muted Fattest Ass Around(Cartman_TheGreat)

Broflovski.Kyle.:

Yeah, sorry about them (M/N)

You look really nice, i can see through my window

*photo of (M/N) posing in front of his mirror*

Sk8erboy_(M/N);

OMG KYLE THAT’S CREEPY AS SHIT

*photo of Kyle laughing his ass off and waving at (M/N)*

SHIT IMMA BE LATE FOR RHE BUS

Stan.Marsh_:

what the absolute fuck

    (M/N) rushed down the stairs, grabbing his skateboard and waving by to his aunt who didn’t even hear as she was passed out on the couch with Grey’s Anatomy running on the TV. He thought she must have had another unsuccessful date. He placed his skateboard on the snow covered ground and frowned, he couldn’t skate on this. He scoffed irritably and placed his skateboard back in his house before finally making his way to the bus stop.

    He sighed in relief when he saw Cartman, Kyle, Stan, and Kenny at the bus stop. Kyle saw him first and waved, giving him a charming smile. (M/N) could’ve easily fainted right then, how are all these small town boys so handsome? He finally reached them and waved back with his arm that wasn’t broken. “Good Morning!”

    Stan gave him a tired smile, before moving to doze back off. Kenny flung his arm around (M/N)’s shoulders in a makeshift hug. “(N/N)!! I missed you!” His voice was muffled by his orange parka but (M/N) could make out what he said while he was close to the other boy. Kyle shoved Kenny off of (M/N), much to the (h/c) boys disappointment. 

    “Sorry about him (M/N), Kenny has no concept of personal space.” Kyle made a not so subtle jab at Kenny, who in return punched him in the arm. “Ow! You bitch!” 

    “Kahl shut the fuck up, none of us want to hear your jew mouth run, right (M/N)?” Cartman spoke up finally, but before Kyle could retort or throw a bunch at the male, the bus arrived. 

    (M/N) sighed, getting on the bus after the other guys. He frowned when he got on. First noticing how everyone who wasn’t his friends, Can he call them that?, were giving him weird looks. Second, all the guys got their own seats with each other, leaving him with no one to sit with or a seat to himself. Kenny and Cartman were in one seat while Stan and Kyle sat behind them, they bickered the entire way to their seats and continued to after they sat down. (M/N) stood there awkwardly until someone called his name. 

    “Oh (M/N)! You can sit with me!” He looked to the right of the bus and smiled when Butters waved him over. He plopped into the seat next to him, sighing deeply as he finally felt his nerves sort of relax and a wave of tiredness hit his body.

    “Oh jeez (M/N), did you get enough sleep last night?” (M/N) laid his head on Butters shoulder, shaking his head no. Butters felt his face heat up, mumbling a small “golly” as he patted (M/N)’s shoulder awkwardly. 

    “No i got like,” He thought for a moment. “four hours maybe, i’m not sure.” 

    “You need more sleep (M/N),” Kyle spoke up from the seat a row over, where Stan was napping next to him against the window. Cartman snickered, facing Kyle’s seat that was behind him.

    “What are you, his mum?” Cartman flipped him off but dodged Kyle’s punch that was aimed for his face. Stan jolted awake at the sound of Kyle’s fist hitting the seat, to which he groaned when he realized what happened.

    “Watch where you punch Kyle..” Stan mumbled at he glanced over at (M/N) and sent him a very small smile before going back to sleep.

    “You’re such an ass Cartman!” Kyle was standing now, pointing an accusing finger at the guy who was basically provoking him on purpose. 

    “Not as much as you! You fuckin jew!” Cartman screamed back at him with a growing smirk on his face.

    “Mmh! mmh mmm!” Kenny shouted at the two of them and it seemed like (M/N) was the only one who didn’t know what he said.

     “what?” Kenny didn’t answer his question, just sent him a wink. (M/N) could already tell that these buss rides are gonna suck everyday, he’s hoping that instead he could skate to school instead. A raging headache was making its way into his head and he groaned in annoyance, if only he had some Coffee…Wait! that’s it! He pulled out his phone to text the ‘Team Craig’ group chat on Coonstagram.

Team Craig

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7:06 AM

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Hey Tweek, can you bring me a coffee? Pretty please?

I have a massive, raging headache.

Tweak_._Tweek: 

O Ofc (m/N)! 

Clyde.Donovan.: 

Oh no :( (M/N) hang in there! 

JimmyValmer_Official:

How did the headache find relief?

Craig_Tucker:

don’t even jimmy.

JimmyValmer_Official:

It took an “as-pir-inspiring” vacation!

Craig_Tucker:

god damn it 🖕

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

I wish i had an aspirin rn

TolkienBlack:

Sorry (M/N), just hold out till you get to school, I have some in my bag for football practice

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

I’ll try

    (M/N) smiled at the texts but groaned when the bus came to a very sudden stop. His whole body jerked forward and he hit his head on the seat in front of him. Cartman let out a loud “HAH!” and Kyle smacked him across the head. Hard. 

     “Not so funny now, huh fatass?” Cartman began to yell obscenities at the top of his lungs at Kyle, who simply ignored him with a satisfied smile. Everyone was standing up to get off the bus and (M/N) blinked away his tiredness to stand up. Kyle ushered him to go before he did, and (M/N) smiled at the sweet gesture. Before he could make it past Cartman’s seat, the boy tripped him, causing (M/N) to begin to plummet to the floor. He awaited the impact of the fall with closed eyes but nothing came. He looked back to see Kyle holding his sweater collar with a scowl at Cartman. Kyle picked him up and put him back on his feet before ushering him out of the bus, putting himself, Kenny, and Stan between (M/N) and Cartman. 

    “He has a broken arm fatass, what the fuck were you thinking?!” (M/N) sighed and zoned out as he got off the bus, looking around before seeing Tweek, who smiled at him and waved with his hand that didn’t have any coffee in it. (M/N) almost squealed, almost. But he figured that would be way too embarrassing for his first day at this place. He did, however, make a run towards Tweak who was standing with the rest of the guys in the little Group chat that had. (M/N) flung his arms around Tweek, gently of course because he only had one arm plus Tweek was anxious and had his coffee in his hands.

    “Tweek!!! I could kiss you right now!” Tweeks entire face lit up red as he began to stutter out and he pushed (M/N) away and gave him his coffee, saying something along the lines of ‘too much pressure!’. (M/N) didn’t take offense though, he just smiled and took a sit of the coffee. It tasted divine, per usual.

    “Here (M/N).” Tolkien grabbed his attention and put an aspirin in his hands. (M/N) could almost cry from how sweet and kind they all were being to him. He gave Tolkien an awkward hug too and swallowed the aspirin with his coffee. Clyde whined, not liking how he was the odd one out of all the affection (M/N) was giving out.

    The rest of the guys finally caught up with (M/N) and the rest and they all began to walk into school. (M/N) could not only see but also feel every eye on him, safe to say it was making him mega uncomfortable. He stood at the entrance of the school and glanced around. He saw the office room and released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He glanced back at all the guys, noticing they were either talking civilly or bickering. He noticed Craig, who wasn’t saying anything and was on his phone. (M/N) walked up and tapped his shoulder, causing a cold glance his way. 

    “Sorry Craig,” He whispered, not wanting to alert the others. “I’m heading into the office now, will you ask someone to stay behind so they can show me where my classes are?” Craig sighed and flipped him off with a head nod, (M/N) returned the gesture as a symbol of his thanks and made his way into the office. 

    (M/N) came out a couple minutes later, surprised to see only Craig standing there. “Craig? Why did you stay?” He thought for sure Craig would be the last person to stay behind, well besides Cartman but that’s a given. 

    Craig didn’t answer his question, he simply said, “I told everyone else to fuck off, what’s your first period?” (M/N) simply shrugged and showed Craig his schedule. The standoffish guy simply started walking and (M/N) followed him. 

    Little did (M/N) know, all the boys had an epic rock paper scissors contest and Craig won. He wouldn’t even realize it till he saw the video on Coonstagram later. 

    (M/N) and Craig walked into the same first period, Pre-Calculus with Mr.Mackey and all eyes turned to the door. All his friends, He needs to confirm that soon, waved at him. Almost all of them that is, a couple of them were still bickering. (M/N) looked around the room. He didn’t recognize a whole lot of faces, but he did notice some Goth kids in the corner, they looked so cool. He decided not to focus on the people and decide where he should sit. He saw an empty seat in the desk next to Stan and hurriedly sat down when the bell rung, startling him. 

    Stan was napping when he heard someone slide in the desk next to him. He looked over, expecting to see Wendy and was awaiting the nagging voice of her and her complaining that he wasn’t doing enough. When he saw the (H/c) angel, he smiled a goofy lazy smile. (M/N) looked over at him with a grin of his own. He then reached into his bag, causing Stan to ponder what he was doing. 

    (M/N) pulled out a small hershey kiss from his bag and wrote a little note before handing it to Stan, to the tired males surprise. Stan took the chocolate as (M/N) turned around to talk to Tolkien, who sat behind him. Stan looked at the note, not noticing his girlfriend walk in. The note read:

     Chocolate’s good for the brain

     i don’t have any Aspirin, assuming ur hung over

     sorry stan, hope this helps you thru math  <3 

    Stan smiled at the note before he heard his girlfriend’s annoying voice. He hated that she changed so drastically since Freshmen year.

    (M/N) looked over at Stan while Tolkien reached into his bag to give (M/N) a copy of the football schedule for the rest of the season. Wendy ran up and hugged him and he could almost sense Stan’s annoyance at the action. Another bunch of girls walked in as Tolkien handed him the schedule. (M/N) thanked him and faced the front when Mr. Mackey walked in. (M/N) counted his blessings when Mr.Mackey didn’t make him come up and introduce himself.

    The bell rang, interrupting Mr.Mackey’s rant on whatever he was talking about. (M/N) didn’t know, he zoned out after the teacher got off topic. He packed up his bag and looked at his schedule. Theater Arts.. (M/N) didn’t know why he had the class but he did. “Hey guys, do any of you have theater arts?” They were all at the lockers when he asked, and even the guys bickering stopped. Everyone went silent. “Guys?” (M/N) questioned before everyone broke out into laughter. Some guys tried to hold it in, like Kyle, Tolkien, Tweak and Butters. The others, besides Stan who was talking to Wendy further down the hallway, were cackling. Cartman even had to prop himself against the lockers to prevent himself from falling over. It’s a wonder the locker didn’t dent…

    (M/N) was shocked and his face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. He huffed, slamming his locker shut and walking away from them. They didn’t even know he left, they were all just laughing. (M/N) felt humiliated, and he probably shouldn’t have but he did. He thought they were friends, friends are supposed to support each others interests. He sighed, and looked around the hallway where he ended up, and it was a miracle he even found the Drama Classroom. He walked in, looking around at the very limited faces. One guy got his attention. He looked EXACTLY (M/N)’s type and the boy hurriedly sat next to him before anyone else could take the seat. (M/N) glanced over, multiple times to see if he was seeing what he thought he was. 

    Admittedly tall, the boys legs were in a man spread as he played on his phone. His dark hair was barely above his eyes and (M/N) couldn’t help but notice the honey brown color his eyes were. The boy was as pale as he was but he had some eye liner on and a kinda edgy outfit with combat boots on. (M/N) thought he was gonna pass out when the boys veiny hands tapped his arm gently as he tried to collect his thoughts. “U-um..” He coughed in his hand to make his voice not seem so shaken. “Yes?”

    The boy showed (M/N) his phone. “Hey, you’re staring.”

    (M/N) wanted to die, he actually wanted to pass away but he kept his composure and said a tiny apology. “Sorry, you’re just, exactly my type.” He covered his mouth quickly, wondering why in the world he would say such a thing. 

    The hot male next to him let out a chuckle. “I’m glad because you’re my type too sugar.”

    (M/N) chuckled as well, sticking his hand out in an introductory manner. “I’m (M/N), i moved in a couple weeks ago!” 

    “Dovahkiin, nice to meet you Sugar.”

    “Are you gonna keep calling me that?” the male next to him nodded and before he could type out some more conversation, the drama teacher stepped in to teach her class, much to your disappointment.

    (M/N) sighed, he had lost Dovahkiin and Stan, who were in his third period, on his way to lunch. Stan got whisked away by Wendy and he had no idea where Dovahkiin went. And now he was lost, the hallways were empty and he no guide. He groaned in frustration and just made his way out the back door of the school. He glanced around, not seeing the goth kids who blend into the wall of the school. He shrugged and plopped down on the steps. He was alone with his thoughts now, and they were plagued by his little sister. He missed her bright smile, he missed all of their bright smiles. His mom, his brother. Gosh he can’t afford to cry right now. 

    “What in the emo bullshit?” (M/N) screamed, turning around and looking at the four people that now stood near him. The one who spoke, a pretty goth plus-sized girl was the one that spoke to him, her eyes glaring at him. The boy next to her, joint in his mouth as he glanced over at (M/N) with an uninterested expression. He had a cane and jet black hair and he was really, really tall, maybe even taller than Craig? (M/N) didn’t know. The boy across from him had semi red roots, which stood out against his all black outfit. Out of all of them, the one with red roots had the kindest expression, which wasn’t saying mush because he still looked like an ass. The shortest one, who (M/N) assumed was a freshmen pulled out a pocket knife, as if to threaten him. (M/N) just stared at them, kind of in awe.

    “You’re the new kid, right?” the girl of the group spoke up, patting the seat beside her against the wall and (M/N) walked over and sat down next to her. “Nice boots.” (M/N) mumbled a thanks and they didn’t seem to mind his quietness. The short one even put his knife away. 

    “Wanna spill your guts to us?” She said in almost a threatening way but (M/N) chuckled, understanding what she meant. But he did see the short one pull out his knife against, only to get lightly kicked by the tallest guy. 

    “I’m (M/N), by the way.” He didn’t even hesitate to tell his story of the past month to them, watching as they all listened carefully. He couldn’t feel any pity gazes, which made him happy just a little bit.

   “That’s so goth,” The girl gave him the tiniest of smiles and he smiled back. “I’m Henrietta, That’s Micheal,” She pointed to the one with the cane, who gave him a smirk that could only be described as sexy. “That’s Pete.” The one with red roots rose his head in acknowledgment to his name being called, almost like he was in class while role was being called. “And that’s Firkle, he’s a bit violent.” The youngest one rolled his eyes and went back to playing with his knife.

    (M/N) nodded, remembering the names when Pete offered him a cigarette and to be honest? he needed the buzz so he took it. The rest of his lunch break he spent smoking with the Goths, ignoring the times his phone buzzed with notifications. He gave Henrietta his Coonstagram account as the bell rang before he let them be outside the school, making his way to his fourth and last period of the day. 

    When (M/N) walked in and saw Dovahkiin, he completely ignored the fact that Stan, Kenny, Tolkien, and Craig were in his class too. They sat sort of near Dovahkiin, though he was in the corner as the boys were in the middle. (M/N) walked right past them, aware he kinda reeked of Cigarette smoke. He had given his Coonstagram to Dovahkiin as they were switching classes so he didn’t have to talk and have the boy show him his messages. The few boys in his class seemed irked he just annoyed them, but they didn’t try to approach him, deciding that maybe he just didn’t see them. (M/N) pulled out his phone finally, looking at all the spam he had before ignoring all the messages and texting Dovahkiin.

Dovahkiin.Rider_

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1:20 PM

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Whats up Dovah?

Sk8erboy_(M/N) changed Dovahkiin.Rider_’s name to Dovah

Dovah:

Was the nickname necessary lol?

Also you reek of Cigarettes, you smoke?

Dovah changed Sk8erboy_(M/N)’s name to (N/N)

(N/N):

yes and yes,

i smoked with some goth guys at lunch,

super cool guys.

Dovah:

You could’ve had lunch with me :(

(N/N): 

I couldn’t find you! :(

    Before Dovahkiin could type out an apology, their history teacher walked in and they put their phones away. Well, (M/N) did, Dovahkiin seemed to be taking notes on his or something. 

   (M/N) still didn’t notice his friends in his class as he walked out of the classroom with Dovahkiin, who offered (M/N) a ride in his motorcycle. (M/N) couldn’t refuse of course. All his friends had football practice and before they could offer him to stay and watch, he texted them he had a ride and he would be going home. They didn’t object but let’s just say they were pissy all of football practice.

    After (M/N) got home, he went straight to shower, before doing all his skin care. He did facial masks with his aunt as they cried over Grey’s Anatomy, safe to say that his friends were mega pissed off. But he didn’t even answer all his coonstagram messages before going to bed. He was just too tired to deal with everyone. 

[wickeddragonworld]

Posted something 🙈🫣

[globofhoney]

LDB: Actually...Odahviing is much more fun to ride on.

Alduin: How dare you! I am the king! None have ever surpassed my mastery of flights and aerial combat! How could you say that to my face, you wretched joor?!

LDB: By papa Akatosh's molten scales! Stop bragging and being dramatic my lord!(?) I didn't mean he is better than you! I meant the scale plates on his back is much more comfortable to sit on! Because they did not poked and proded my 😺 and 🍑 all the time like yours!

(Alduin is unrideable as a dragon, not because of his status as the dragon king, but because he is way to spikey for anyone to sits on)

Alduin = Aldurian , he is spikey as hell nobody can touches him.

[l0vergirlatheart]

" VACATION. " a south park x reader

SNOW IN THE SUMMER?! || I - past : next

        Hissing at the sudden cold air nipping at any exposed skin you had out, you lugged your suitcase into your temporary house as the taxi sped off. You were grateful though, it smelled like nothing more than cigarettes, smoke, and piss.

        'Temporary, temporary house.' You reminded yourself.

        You dug through your pockets before finally fumbling with a key, unlocking the front door and entering, greeted by a warm wave of air which made you feel as if you were slowly but surely thawing. You shut the door behind you and looked around the room which you entered, it seemed to be the living room as it had a really large TV infront of a large, black sofa with a coffee table infront of it. You spotted the kitchen around the corner and then saw stairs on the other side. You sighed and started to lug your rolling suitcase behind you as you struggled to get it up each of the steps.

        'How much shit did they pack?! God fucking damn, I know I'll be here for over a month, but I could always buy myself some new shit?!' You thought to yourself as the suitcase finally got to the top with you, and you started down a hallway. You spotted, in this order, one bathroom, two bedrooms, and an empty office room. You went inside the first bedroom which was bigger and had a king-sized bed. You dropped the luggage, your eyes deciding to move around the room and scan for anything out of place or anything that you didn't like.

        After concluding the room was good, you sighed and knelt next to the suitcase and started to work on putting all your clothes and anything else that was shoved packed away in this poor, overflowing suitcase, courtesy of BOTH your parents...

|| TWO HOURS LATER ||

        Sighing as you flopped backwards onto your extremely comfortable bed. You had finally finished your clothes, bathroom supplies, and a couple of decorations. Your room was still pretty bland, but you'd get to that later! You had other things to worry about, like-

        || DING DONG, SOMEONE'S HERE! ||

        ...like who's ringing the doorbell... you swore that nobody had saw you go inside! What stalkers... You huffed internally before making yourself get up and out of bed, down the stairs, and to the front door.

        Unlocking it and opening it, you were met with a shorter girl wearing a cute little pink beret. She had long black hair, really dark brown eyes, and she had a light skin color, presumably white. She wore a pink sweater with darker, purple-ish lining and buttons. She also wore yellow pants, which is something you'd never thought you'd see, but even more so something you'd never see someone pulling it off so well. She also wore black shoes.

        '...I take that back, she's really fucking pretty.. I don't mind her stalking me.'

        "Hi there! Couldn't help but see you step out of your taxi a few hours ago, I wanted to say hi but I had something really important to do! I wanted to check in and see if you needed any help getting set up, and if not, wanted to at least introduce myself!" She exclaimed, lending a hand out to you for a handshake. You took it and she gave it a firm shake, smiling.

        She continued, "My name is Wendy! Wendy Testaburger! May I ask for yours?"

        "[Y/N] Niaki." You stated blankly as you returned the handshake before bringing your hand to rest into your pocket. She beamed up at you before her phone let out a small, 'ding!' and she went to check it. You stood there quietly as she went over something and gasped a little before looking back up at you with slightly widened eyes.

        "Sorry [Y/N], I've got to go do something right now! See ya around!" She said quickly before waving and swiftly turning on her heel and rushing off, her pace fast as she stuffed her phone into her pocket. You just waved back before closing the door again and plopping onto the sofa.

        '...I'm going to get roped into something and I'm not really gonna like it, I can already tell.'

|| SECRETS FROM THE AUTHOR ||

1. oopsies, foreshadowing

2. rushed this one oopsies

3. i lub wendy mwah mwah

4. my gayass will most likely make the girls fall in love first cuz... im gay.. lmao... oops..?

5. but dont worry your cute little head off, youre going to see some cute boys soon!~

|| SWEET DREAMS, DARLING. ||

[mcverse]

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

Angst ∇ Fluff ♡ NSFW ✾ Dark Content ❦

Team Craig, Team Stan

m.list

Others

PETE THELMAN

— nothing yet

MICHEAL

— nothing yet

TIMMY BURCH

— nothing yet

GREGORY OF YARDALE

— nothing yet

BRIDON GUEERMO

— nothing yet

GARY HARRISON

— nothing yet

DOVAHKIIN

— nothing yet

PIP PIRRIP

— nothing yet

[jscrawls]

dragonborn reader! Yandere snippets

🔹🔹🔹

bruce stares at clark across the table, hoping in vain that he’ll look away from them and pay attention to the meeting. instead he seems to be pointedly ignoring him to talk to the problem the new member, slowly twirling his curly hair around his finger, it’s starting to creep bruce out. the unwavering stare and slow blinking eyes like a relaxed cat basking, the flush reaching the tips of his ears, the damn giggling. the world’s strongest man is acting like a teen with his first crush.

“superman.” bruce clears his throat, hoping the kryptonian can hear the annoyed click in his jaw.

“hmm?…oh i don’t care about the budget changes for the tower.” clark finally tears his eyes away from the newcomer, his expression instantly becoming more focused.

“…we changed topics from budgets twenty minutes ago. we’re talking about the recent reports from the lantern corps.” annoyed didn’t quite cover how bruce felt, can one meeting go smoothly?

“oh, we can investigate whatever it is together, have you ever been flying?” clark quickly turns his attention back to the newcomer, looking genuinely exited to have something to do together, possibly alone.

bruce wants to slam his head on the meeting table when the other’s quickly react with loud complaints instead of focusing on a solution.

🔹🔹🔹

you’re just washing the remnants of a potion spill off your hands when diana approaches you with a gentle smile on her face, two xiphos swords in hand. she leans against the doorframe and gestures towards you with the practice blades, eyeing the bottles covering the small round table behind you.

“you’ve been crafting a lot of things the past week, would you like to spar? the mind and body should be equally nurtured after all, no?” she smiles, the lines crinkling under her eyes in fondness as she speaks.

“well, i don't see any harm in-” you start to speak, only to be interrupted by Arthur quickly walking out of the backroom and dumping soggy plants on the clear part of the table.

“actually I'm helping dovahkiin test the alchemical properties of deep sea plants, they're very interested in learning about these and well, I'm the only one who can get them.”

His voice is a touch too friendly compared to how tightly he grips some deep colored vine looking plant, the Atlantian straightens up to be nearly as tall as Diana, you feel a bit awkward when they're suddenly staring each other down with tight smiles, caught in the middle of two royalty having a measuring contest on the fly.

“You people need Talos…” you mumble under your breath.

🔹🔹🔹

J’onn stares up at you from your lap, in his true form as he lays his head on your thigh in relative silence. His expressions are so alien that you can't read them as you speak, he just stares.

‘- and so then you finish making the potion and you quickly take off your enchanting gear before drinking it and putting your gear back on, this causes the gear's enchantments to react differently with your Magicka and you can briefly make a stronger potion and repeat the process-”

You've been rambling for a while, talking about different things in your life while he uses your legs as a pillow, he's one of the hardest to read, you accidentally nearly set a hand on him and he pushes it away. But he's still listening to every word you say, his eyes locked on yours in Stony silence.

Batman walks in the common room and takes one good look at you two, and then promptly turns and leaves.

🔹🔹🔹

Running the thief down isn't hard, they dodge pedestrians and leap over the dwemer automaton looking wagons as they try to flee with the purse clutched tightly in their hand, taking right turns in their attempt to escape you.

It doesn't take any more than a whirlwind sprint and a paralysis spell to put a stop to their crime, carefully picking up and dusting off the fabric as you turn and lazily step on the crook's leg as you start your search for the old lady.

Barry knows he could have caught them in half a second, had the purse back in the owners hands before they could blink, but there's just something about watching you on the hunt. He prefers watching from a distance for a bit as you relentlessly hound them down and take matters into your own hands, he starts to jog over to you once they're caught. He tries not to shiver in jealousy when you step on the crook.

“Heyyy dovahkiin! Good catch there! want me to run them to the police station for you?” He falls in step beside you, a big grin on his face as he looks you up and down as casually as he's able to.

“the guards will come and fetch them, won't they?”

your voice is a bit growly from having just used the thu’um, though the flash doesn't seem to mind it.

Barry nearly shivers in delight, looping his arm through yours as he starts walking faster. “Sure, sure. Hey let's go find this purses owner and maybe I'll get you out of armor for a drink or two. Whaddya say?”

“…. Flash it's middle of the day, and I have alcohol in my pocket at all times regardless I didn't need to buy any.”

🔹🔹🔹

“Dovahkiin, you're looking nice today.”

Hal’s voice calls out as you walk out of your forge room, you don't feel nice, sweaty and grimy and covered in ash smears doesn't sound like looking nice, you feel gross.

“Hello lantern.” You reply curtly as you tug at your thin shirt, sometimes it's better to wait until winter to forge dragon bone.

“That's no way to greet your favorite guy, after everything we've done together?”

Regardless of your grossed out feelings Hal strides over and throws an arm around you and pulls you closer as he pulls you towards the hall, you feel like you're sticking to his flight suit.

“lantern, I need to bathe.”

“Alone?”

Batman, who had been hoping desperately to ignore the two of them, sighs loudly in disgust and stands to leave the room. Even more annoyed when he hears Hal snickering behind him.

🔹🔹🔹

A/n: has anyone noticed how little media there is for Martian manhunter? They can't even settle on a design for him it seems

[coffee-at-daybreak]

at your back | farkas x reader

It takes a moment to recognize the sound you just heard - someone knocking on your door. It’s been just you and your thoughts for a whole day now. And you weren’t expecting company.

You turn in bed just enough to voice a “come in”. You’re reluctant in doing so, already dreading having to interact with anyone.

But then you see Farkas entering, and you feel a sweep of relief.

For a fleeting second, you forget about your sorrows when he greets you with a gentle smile, one that softens his icy eyes. He holds a tray with a small bowl of soup and a slice of bread. He teeters in carefully with it, bringing in the scent of warm spice with him.

“Thought I’d bring dinner to you, since you didn’t come up last night,” he says.

Something pangs in your chest. You remain mostly turned away, curled on your side on the bed, and facing the wall. “Thank you, but I’m not hungry.”

He sighs. “I knew you’d say that. Well, best we wait anyway - it’s really hot. You don’t need a tongue burn. I may have given myself one earlier.” He sets the tray down on the nightstand.

Then he approaches to stand next to the bed. “Room for one more on there?” He asks.

You cast him a wary glance, gauging his face to see if he’s using another joke to lighten the mood. But no, he’s serious, an almost pleading look in his eyes.

You move sideways on the bed, even closer to the wall, so Farkas can clamber in. You sense the dip of the mattress and hear the creaking of the wooden frame with his added weight.

Then his arms are gathering you up - one sliding under your abdomen, the other draping over your waist. They meet at your middle, and he’s pulling you in until your back presses to his chest. The familiar warmth of his body surrounds you all over, half muscle, half softness - all comfort.

“I missed you,” he rasps, breath tickling the skin on the back of your neck. He nuzzles his face closer to your shoulder. “I know you needed space. But I don’t like being away from you too long.”

Hot tears build up behind your eyes. Hearing those words, so genuine and sweet, is an almost painful contrast to what you’ve been dealing with since yesterday.

A nightmare of a day had happened - one of those where nothing goes right. You had so many responsibilities as Harbinger now, yet you were unable to succeed at any of them yesterday. You couldn’t face any of your fellow Companions after such an ordeal, afraid you’d see disappointment - the same disappointment you felt in yourself. So you came to the solace of your quarters, where there was nothing to do but deal with your thoughts - restless, agonizing, shameful thoughts - alone.

But he was here now, and though the thoughts linger heavy in your mind, you aren’t alone anymore.

You draw in a deep breath, but your words come out choked anyway. “I’m sorry. For everything. I - I failed you all.”

You feel Farkas shaking his head before you’re even done speaking. He gives you a tight, tight squeeze, until you have to shut up.

“No. You didn’t.”

His hand splays out across your stomach as you take more unstable breaths, helping you ward off the sobs wanting to escape. He spreads his fingers out, pressing warmth into your middle.

“You messed up, sure. It happens.” Even when his voice is barely more than a whisper, it has that little gruffness to it, one you’ve found to be unfailingly soothing. It’s a lot like him in that sense - he appears tough and scary, when he is the exact opposite.

His arms tighten around you again, but more so in an attempt to pull you even closer to his chest. You can feel his heartbeat vaguely, steadily, at your back.

“But you could never fail us, love. You’ve done too much for us. And you’ll keep doing more.”

The tears race down your face now, but for the first time, it feels good to let them. Some of that hot shame you’d been feeling escapes with them, no longer sitting deep in your chest, but taking the form of wet warmth on your cheeks.

Farkas keeps his firm hold, letting you cry in silence for a moment. The repetitive sweeping of his arms and the feather light kisses he leaves on your shoulder do all the talking for him anyway.

Eventually, your ragged breaths subside, and the fresh tears are replaced by weak sniffles. You feel less of the weight within you, focused more on the weight of the body around your own. The warmth of him is seeping past just surface level, ebbing into your system, beginning its slow but definite domination over the dark feelings.

You reach your hand down until it rests over his, still covering your middle. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d probably be fine, but luckily, you’ll always have me.”

You are suddenly reminded of one of your earliest memories with the Companions. When you returned from that first mission, and you’d been sworn into the inner Circle, and Farkas had been the one to speak for you. You had barely known him then, and he’d barely known you, but still, he swore to stand at your back, that the world may never overtake the two of you. Back then, neither of you could have known how close you would become, but the bond formed in that moment was the unmistakable beginning of it all.

“Even when-” you start to ask.

“Even then,” he cuts in. He follows his words with yet another squeeze of his arms, and this time, it works a strained little laugh out of you, and he smiles. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

You want to tell him you’d never try, but you’re sure he already knows that. If there’s one thing that is consistent amongst the chaos that is your adjustment to the Harbinger life, it’s your relationship with Farkas. Strong, solid, full of warmth and support - a reflection of him.

“Now,” he speaks up, his grip finally loosening a bit. "You should really try and eat something. Don’t make me spoon-feed you.”

This time, you don’t protest.

a/n; this is a rather self-indulgent insert bc ya girl has one awful day and wishes for nothing more than to be comforted by a big sweet man but i thought it turned out nice enough to share. i also wanted to give a huge thank you to all who interact with my silly little fanfics, every like and reblog and comment means the world to me and i appreciate it all 🤍

[dez78]

Shadows Of the Past -------------------- (Pt. 1)

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Fandom: Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Series Pairings: Rumarin x OC Fem!Bosmer Valen, OC M!Dragonborn Gavel x Serana

Warnings: 18+ (Adult! Minors DNI) Mentions of suicide to get away. Mentions of panic attack.

Series Additional Tags: Slow burn romance, Strangers to friends, and Friends to lovers

A/N: This is a complete rewrite of my Rising Confidence fic. I'm doing it in parts this time, now that I am more familiar with how Tumblr works. I renamed it to fit better with the plot, I'm going to fix some plot holes from the original, the chapters will be longer and more detailed. Mistakes are likely still in this one, however. Just bear with me.

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Prologue: My subconscious slipped into a series of fragmented dreams. The only vivid memory I have is plummeting from a terrifying height. I remember the searing pain of my lungs burning, the overwhelming despair of perishing and any hope I had left, vanished. Leaving me with a severe hyperventilating panic attack. Then everything went dark.

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Chapter one: Lost Memories and Fateful Meetings

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An Altmer, a Nord, a Khajiit, and an Imperial were walking across the snowy wasteland of Northern Skyrim. The evening breeze was bitter as it bit at their exposed skin.

They walked with three horses, one for the Nord, one for khajiit and Imperial to share, and the last one for the Altmer.

The Nord spoke, first to break the silence.

"We're almost to Windhelm, we can rest there for the night and leave for Solsthiem in the morning."

The snow crunched beneath the Nord's heavy boots, leaving his massive prints in the white sleet.

"Gavel my feet hurt, can't we just stop and camp?" The Altmer whined,

"Rumarin, Windhelm is not too far from here." Gavel replied.

"Actually, I agree with him." The Imperial chimed in.

"Lucien and Rumarin have a good point. It wouldn't be such a bad idea, my friend. Besides, the horses could use a rest too, I think." The Khajjit said.

"Thank you, Inigo." Lucien replied.

"Fine, fine. We'll stop and camp for the night." Gavel sighed. He started looking for a cave or at least a bit of shelter because a storm looked to be on the horizon.

"Look!" Lucien cried suddenly, pointing to the cliffside. The men stopped and followed Lucien's finger.

A woman in the far distance sprinted to the edge of the cliff, it looked like she had been running from something or someone. The men watched as she leapt off the edge.

"By the gods!" Lucien wailed, Gavel was quick to spring into action, he handed over his horse's reins to Inigo, then he started sprinting towards the water.

The woman fell and plunged into the frigid water below, making a sizeable splash from the impact. Lucien, Inigo, and Rumarin followed behind Gavel.

When they reached the edge of the shore, Gavel stripped down to his small clothes, being a Nord, he had a natural resistance to the cold. He had a few minutes before the cold took effect on him completely.

"Lucien, Inigo. Go to that small cave and start a camp." Gavel barked as he pointed, The Khajiit and Imperial were quick to react and hurried up the hill. Gavel took a deep breath and dove into the freezing depths.

Rumarin gathered the clothes on the ground and backpack Gavel left behind.

The man was gone for a few minutes, Rumarin started to worry, he stretched his neck, looking for any signs.

Just then, Gavel surfaced, gasping for air, a small bosmer woman was over his shoulder. He swam with one arm up to the shore.

"Let's go." He rasped as he stood at his full height with the woman still over his shoulder. He looked up and saw the fire in the distance. Rumarin followed behind him with his horse by his side.

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I was in a haze, aware of the voices, but unable to respond. It felt like being suspended between consciousness and sleep, my eyes refusing to open despite my effort. My body felt utterly lifeless. I could hear the men conversing.

"Is she dead?" Rumarin questioned,

"No, she still lives." Gavel replied.

"I would sure hope so!" Lucien cried.

"There's not many Bosmer in these parts of Skyrim. What was she doing out here?" Inigo asked.

"I'm not sure, perhaps a mercenary?" Gavel replied with a counter question.

The heat from the crackling fire enveloped me, followed by the firm pressure of hands on my chest, and then rhythmic, powerful compressions.

My thoughts became hazy, my lungs ached, they felt like a raging fire and begged for relief. I jerked upright suddenly and coughed violently. Expelling water from my mouth as I struggled to clear it out. I felt a large palm clapping my back.

I panted heavily as I looked at the concerned faces around me. I laid back down, I looked up to my rescuer.

"You alright there, lass?" Gavel asked me with soft brown eyes, I nodded my head slowly.

"She's alive! We did it!" I heard Rumarin I looked up at him and the other three.

"It's good to see you awake, miss-" Lucien said, but he stopped. I realized they didn't know my name. That was the only thing I remember. That and the fact that I used bound weapons.

"Valen." I replied.

"Pleasure to meet you Valen, I'm Lucien Flavious, that's Gavel Winfred, Rumarin, and Inigo!" The Imperial chirped cheerfully, I smiled.

"My pleasure." I replied sheepishly.

"You need to get out of those sopping clothes, you'll freeze to death! I think we have some extra outfits." Gavel explained as he got into his horse's saddle bag. He pulled out a tunic and trousers,

"Here you go lass. Get into those dry linens." Gavel told me as he tossed me the dry clothes. I stood up, the Nord was huge, so he was able to block the view of me as I changed.

When I managed to get on the dry clothes, I sat back down and put my wet clothes on the ground. I scooted towards the fire, I held myself in an embrace as my teeth chattered.

"Are you warm enough?" Inigo asked, I nodded slowly as my shivering started to slow down as I warmed up.

"Now tell me lass, why did you feel the need to jump?" Gavel asked me with a sorrowful expression, the words fell from my mouth before I could stop them. I spoke barely above a whisper,

"I needed to die." I say hoarsely. Inigo and Rumarin bend their ears downward as their eyebrows knitted together.

"Oh...how someone could feel like that! It just breaks my heart!" Lucien cried. Gavel sighed.

"I don't know what drove you to that type of insanity lass, but it's not my place to question until you're ready to tell me." Gavel explained solemnly.

"For now, try to get warm and get some rest." He added.

He stood from where he was kneeling, he dressed himself again before going and sitting on the clearing under the cliff overhang. It wasn't exactly a cave, but it drew out the bitterness of the wind.

"I don't want to sound selfish, but do you have any extra food?" I asked shyly.

"Of course! I cooked it myself before Gavel dragged us out here!" Rumarin beamed, Gavel snorted a loud laugh.

"It's not selfish!" Lucien smiled at me.

"Yes. Eat everything you can, you're looking a little thin." Inigo winked at me. I took the bowl of venison stew; I smiled and whispered a shy 'thank you' to Rumarin who only smiled at me.

I blew on the hot stew and slurped it on the spoon. It warmed me to my core, I groaned in relief, I ditched the spoon and slurped from the bowl. 

When I brought it down for a breath, my cheeks immediately turned snowberry red. I averted my eyes from the staring men.

"I'm sorry." I say meekly. Gavel raised his brows at me with an amused smirk. Rumarin was usually on people's asses about table manners, but this one time he kept his mouth shut because it was clear that I hadn't eaten in days.

"It's quite alright my friend! I love to do that, but I get in trouble for it!" Inigo teased,

"That's because you get it everywhere you ill-mannered cat!" Rumarin spat, I covered my mouth as I snorted a laugh, which soon turned into a belch.

My eyes went wide with embarrassment as my stomach sunk in humiliation. Gavel threw his head back laughing, Inigo laughed with him, Lucien simply smiled and looked over at Rumarin. He blushed slightly and said,

"I like her already."

I averted my eyes down to my bowl, my own blush growing hotter.

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Later that night, I laid on my side in the bed roll, staring out into the openness of the world. Inigo was curled up with his tail near his face, Lucien was deep in a peaceful slumber, and Rumarin was snoring like an old dwemer machine. I sighed deeply; the fire was still crackling.

"You really should get some sleep, lass." Gavel's soft voice brought me out of my trance.

"Are you not tired?" I ask him. He shook his head,

"I usually stay awake and watch over us. Can't be too careful nowadays with dragons and vampires about." Gavel explains to me.

"I'll get some sleep tomorrow, we'll be in Windhelm by then." Gavel continues, he ripped off a piece of meat from his jerky, he chewed it slowly.

"What do you need to do in Windhelm?" I questioned.

"We're actually on our way to Solstheim for Lucien's expedition. We need to take the Northern Maiden ship in Windhelm." Gavel explained. 

"Do you have any weapons?" Gavel asks me as he looks up, I nod slowly.

"I have the bound bow and sword." I tell him, he nods with a slight smile.

"Rumarin will enjoy that." Gavel jested. I chuckled slightly. I found myself drawn to Gavel. Yet, I didn't know why.

"You ready to discuss why you jumped?" He asked me, I sucked in a sharp breath and shook my head.

Truth was, it's like my memories were wiped clean. I only thing I knew was that I needed to jump, from what I do not know. It was unclear to me at this time, and I didn't have the answers.

"Try and get some more sleep, lass." Gavel told me after the long the silence.

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The next morning, I stretched with a loud yawn. I looked around and saw the men gathering the supplies,

"We need that tent, Valen." Rumarin said.

"Right, sorry." I apologized as I got up. Rumarin was quick to start packing the tent, which I assumed was actually Gavel's. He put his backpack on after all of it was packed.

"Alright, come on! We're burning daylight!" Gavel barked at us; he was scouting the road. Lucien and Inigo hurried out, Rumarin and I walked slower.

"So, Gavel told me that you use bound weapons?" Rumarin said, his voice was soft and full of curiosity.

"Yeah, I do. I know it's not a traditional Bosmer trait, but that's me." I shrugged, Rumarin snorted,

"Well, being traditional is boring anyway!" He said.

"What kind of High Elf do you know that is terrible with magic and a jester most of his life?" He asked me,

"And not trained in the arts of the Thalmor or a soldier in the Aldmeri Dominion?" He questions further. I chuckled,

"Not any I've met." I tell him honestly,

"Exactly!" Rumarin beams.

"Or Inigo! There is not a khajiit out there that is the color indigo. He's not traditional either, though that wasn't exactly his choice, with his birth and all. But the way he fights! Not many khajiit his size use heavy armor, swords and shields." Rumarin explained, Inigo looked back at us and smiled.

"It's true!" He laughed, I chuckled with him.

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The walking took most of the day, it was late afternoon when we finally arrived.

"We'll sleep here tonight and leave early in the morning." Gavel explains to us, we nod.

"We've been to Solstheim before, but we couldn't fight back then. We retreated; do you think we can take them now?" Inigo asked.

"Most likely, but I want to do this expedition first." Gavel replied as he got us rooms.

"We have the last three rooms available." The bar keep frowned as she looked at the two elves and khajiit; Gavel mirrored her expression.

"We'll take them." He growled as he threw the coin purse on the counter. We walked up the stairs. The available rooms were marked with parchment. Gavel looked through all of them,

"Alright, pick your rooms. Room five has two single beds, Room six has a double bed, and Room seven has two single beds." Gavel explained.

"Lucien and I will take Room seven." Inigo claimed the farthest room.

"I'll take the double bed. That leaves you two with room five." Gavel said, pointing to Rumarin and I. I blinked a few times as the Nord left to unpack his belongings.

Rumarin went into the room and looked around,

"Well, it's no luxurious suite, but it will do." He said as he set his things down. I had no belongings, so there was nothing for me to unpack. I twisted my fingers nervously.

"Oh, just so you know. I snore really loud, if it gets to be too much, just walk over and shove me off my bed, I'd surely stop then." Rumarin smirks at me, I laugh. I can see the look of accomplishment on his youthful features.

"Are you being serious?" I questioned,

"Oh, very." Rumarin replied.

"Somehow I doubt that, you don't seem like a very serious elf." I said folding my arms across my chest, still smiling with amusement.

"Oh, I'm serious about a lot of things. Like I'm absolutely dedicated to not taking life seriously." Rumarin explained. I let out a snort as I laughed.

"You're funny." I said with a bounce in my voice. I was amused with him. Rumarin smiled shyly.

"Really? You think I'm funny? -Well I mean of course I am!" He said, I smirked.

There was a knock at the door suddenly, I walked over and opened it to see Gavel standing there.

"I wanted to come get you to see if you'd fancy some entertainment before supper later." He explained.

"I could use some fun!" Rumarin beamed, Gavel smirked.

"You're still on a budget." He said, I cocked my brow curiously.

"How come?" I questioned inquisitively.

"Because he spent a fortune on a bet in Iron Hearts and lost almost a thousand gold." Gavel explained. Rumarin pursed his lips.

"The other guys cheated. I had it!" He retorted. Gavel smirked,

"Mhm hm." Was all he said with a cocked brow.

"Let's go." He said as he turned heel and headed out, Rumarin and I followed in tow.

We headed into the dining hall, Rumarin and I sat down with Inigo and Lucien, while Gavel went to the bar.

"So, the name Valen is so intriguing." Inigo was the first to speak,

"I agree, it's a beautiful name, is it like after Valenwood? Not to sound racist or anything." Lucien stammered, I laughed.

"It's quite alright and honestly, I do not know." I tell him with a smile.

"Did you grow up in Valenwood?" Lucien questioned curiously; I blinked a few times.

"I don't have that answer. I only know my name." I replied truthfully. My face contorted as I lost myself in my thoughts. It bothered me that I didn't remember anything of my past.

Gavel's presence pulled me from my thoughts as he came back with mugs of Ale. He set them out before sitting down.

"How long will the voyage to Solstheim take?" I questioned,

"Well, the last time we went. It took three days, so I presume around the same amount of time, depending on the weather." Gavel explained as he chugged his ale.

"Gavel, would you play us a tune?" Lucien quipped gleefully. Gavel's laugh was deep and hardy, his accent particular thick at that moment.

"Aye, that I can, lad." He roared as he chugged his ale down, slamming the tankard on the table. I jumped a bit but relaxed soon afterwards.

"Do you folks fancy a song by the dragonborn!" Gavel howled, the patrons howled like mad dogs, hooting in every which way, slamming their fists on the tables. Clearly it was a yes.

"Aye, Winfred! Sing the one of the mead! What was it? Mogo's Mead?!" A patron requested,

"A fine tune!" Gavel replied as he picked up an extra lute from the bard's taking a break.

'I knew meself a maiden fair with emerald eyes and fire red hair'

'She owned a tavern by the sea and served warm drinks of mellow honey'

'Drink ye merry, drink ye thirsty, bring they crew 'n revel freely'

Gavel had the entire tavern singing with him, I joined in on the fun, singing along as well.

'For one thing we're all agreed'

'That Mogo made the finest mead!'

'Mogo's mead, Mogo's mead, the only drink we'd e'er need!'

'Take a flask and take a seat, and drink theyself a sweety- treat!'

'Mogo's mead, Mogo's mead, the only drink we'd e'er need!'

The patrons clapped and howled when Gavel was finished, he bowed and set the lute aside before sitting down again.

"That was entertaining." I smirked,

"Thanks, lass." Gavel replied. The tavern maid came and filled up his tankard with more ale,

"And thank you." He said taking a swig.

"I think after this mug, we ought to go to the market and get some supplies before it closes." He said after a silence.

"I agree my friend." Inigo replied.

"I could really use some more scrolls." Lucien murmured.

For the next few moments, it was silent as we drank our ale.

"Valen?" Rumarin's voice was curious as he broke the silence, I looked over at him, he had his chin in his hands.

"Why did you jump?" He asked, I just blinked at him trying to process his words. Gavel looked up then,

"Rumarin!" He barked loudly,

"We do not ask those questions so bluntly. She will tell us when she is ready." He was stern. My mouth flapped, but no words escaped.

"I just-" Rumarin tried to speak, but Gavel hushed him. The Altmer frowned.

"What's wrong with wanting to know?" Rumarin finally managed to speak, and Gavel's glare was dagger deep. I was trying to find the right words.

"Rumarin." Gavel's voice was deep and stern.

"Nothing is wrong with it. I just have no answers to why right now. I'm sorry. I-I-" I stammered nervously. I hated the attention on me.

"Suicide isn't taken lightly. It's a sensitive subject, take all the time you need." Lucien explained sincerely as he smiled at me reassuringly. Then he reached out and took my hand in his. I smiled back at him.

"We'll be here for you Valen." He said, I nodded at him graciously.

"I don't know why you are making such a big deal about me asking a simple question." Rumarin retorted suddenly, Gavel was fuming.

"Because! It's not about a simple question Rumarin! It's about respecting someone's boundaries. If Valen wanted you to know, she'd tell you!" Gavel cried.

Suddenly, the loud cry of chair resounded. I watched Rumarin stand up before parading away towards the rooms.

"I'm sorry lass, he can be a real bonehead sometimes. He didn't mean to ask it so forwardly; he meant no harm." Gavel apologized on Rumarin's behalf.

"I appreciate you coming to my defense, but it was unnecessary. It was only a question." I came to Rumarin's defense this time, even though he had already left. Gavel downed the rest of his ale and stood up.

He left the tavern, presumably to get the supplies,

"Sorry for the drama, it's been tense these last couple of days. I'm sure you can understand?" Lucien explained, I nodded slowly.

"I do, but I also do not words put into my mouth. I'm wanting answers as much as you." I replied.

"That's also understandable. Gavel just doesn't like it when Rumarin asks such blunt questions. Gavel is Intune to people's sensitivity. Rumarin isn't." Inigo explained. I nodded my head, indicating I understood.

"Its just certain subjects can bring up painful memories and Gavel is well aware of that. People have trauma and talking about it for some people isn't something most are open too." Inigo continued to explain.

"Including Gavel himself, there was a certain topic that came up and Rumarin was too blunt, and they had a falling out over it, Gavel was particularly snappy." He went on. I nodded my head.

"When Gavel is ready, he will tell you, his story. Just like when you're ready, you'll tell us yours." Inigo concluded.

"We should head to the market, anyhow." He said as he stood,

"Yes, before they close. We need some many things. I have an entire list!" Lucien whined as he too stood.

"Meet us when you can, if you want." Inigo offered as he gave me a gentle smile, I nodded with my own grin. The two men walked out and left me at the table.

I swirled my drink; I sighed before finishing it. I stood up and decided to check on Rumarin instead.

I went to our shared room and found him, angrily unpacking his things from his backpack. I shut the door softly behind me,

"Rumarin?" I say, he doesn't look at me.

"I'm sorry for what Gavel said, he can't put words into my mouth like that." I explained softly.

"How come you get that? And I don't?!" Rumarin wailed suddenly as he spun around. I froze in place, I was baffled.

"W-what?" I stammered flabbergasted.

"They've never talked to me like that!" Rumarin cried as he pointed to the door, I was trembling.

"What do you mean?" I ask with wide eyes.

"They never tell me that they're there for me! They never reassure me! Th-they never tell me it's okay! Gavel thinks I'm the stupidest elf he ever met! Lucien tries to be nice and Inigo tolerates me! They all tolerate me!" He wailed, tears running from his amber eyes.

"Have you ever told them how you feel though?" I ask. Rumarin stopped and sniffled,

"Well no. I thought it was pretty obvious." He said with shallow breaths. I furrow my brow as I finally approach him.

"What is obvious?" I ask gently. Rumarin hides his eyes from me and wipes them with his sleeve.

"My thoughts of worthlessness. I feel like they'd do better without me slowing them down." Rumarin said. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped.

"I know this isn't about me, but I was asking you because in a way, I know how you feel to a certain point. I just wanted to know why and if you answered, then I knew I wasn't alone." Rumarin explained. He huffed trying to find the correct words, I could see him struggling.

"Basically, I wanted to be a hero in a way and tell you that you weren't alone in feeling the way you do, but when they started telling you that they were there for you. It made me feel invisible." Rumarin explained. Then he sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm making it about me again. I swear I don't mean to." He told me. I didn't know him well, but I knew he was feeling left out.

"It's okay. You know for the little time I've known you; I know you bring a lot to this group. You certainly cheer me up." I admitted to him. I saw his ears twitch and raise with his expression of hope.

"Really? You're not just laughing to make me feel better?" He asked, his voice was bright. I felt my heart thrumming against my chest.

"Yes, you make me laugh because you really are funny, Rumarin. You can't keep thinking you're not." I say to him with a slight smirk. Now the Altmer has a smile from ear to ear, but it faded as quickly as it came.

"Listen. I'm really sorry for what I said too, I didn't mean for it to come out so blunt. I just wanted to know why you would want to end it. You're-" Rumarin said, his blush was furious as he averted his eyes.

"You just don't seem like the type." He said after a silence.

"I'll tell you when I'm ready." I say to him, he nods understandingly. I close the space between us and embrace him, it takes him a minute to reciprocate, but he does. The hug felt like hours.

When we pulled away, the phantom warmth was still there.

"They boys are at the market, figured you'd want to get some supplies before the shops closed?" I suggested.

"I have a few things I need to get." Rumarin replied. We headed out of the tavern then and went to the market, meeting up with the guys. Gavel was buying potions at the alchemist, Lucien was buying scrolls from the mage marketers, and Inigo was purchasing dried meats from the butcher stalls.

Windhelm's size still took my breath away. It was the second biggest city next to Solitude. This was just one of three marketplaces.

"Lassie!" I heard Gavel call to me, I turned and faced him, he gave me a fat coin purse.

"Do me a favor and purchase any arrows the Blacksmith has and bolts if he has any in stock. We're running low." He explained, I nodded my head.

"Thanks, lass." He smiled as he turned, he walked towards the stables. I turned back and headed to the Blacksmith.

The forge was hot as he worked it, his apprentice banged a sword across the anvil.

"What kind of arrows?" I asked Rumarin,

"Inigo likes Daedric Arrows usually, but he'll settle for Ebony arrows too. Depends on what's in stock." Rumarin explained. I nodded as approached the Blacksmith.

"What can I help you with, elf?" The man asked,

"Do have any Daeric or Ebony arrows in stock?" I questioned,

"We got a 100 Ebony and 200 Daedric." The Blacksmith replied,

"I'll take the 200 Daedric arrows and any bolts you have in stock." I bartered.

"Only got fifty steel bolts." The Blacksmith replied,

"I'll take those as well then." I said, handing over the coin purse.

"Let me get those for you." The Blacksmith said as went over to a barrel and pulled out the 200 arrows. He closed the lid and went over to another barrel and fished out the 50 bolts.

He came over and gave them to me. I nodded my head at him, and he return the gesture as he went back to his forge.

Rumarin and I made our way to the stables, where Gavel was seen last.

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We arrived and he was still there, brushing his horse.

"Gavel? We got some arrows and bolts." I said, catching his attention.

"Thanks, lassie." He replied with a smile, he grabbed them and put them on the saddle bag that laid on the ground of the stables.

"I bought you a horse too, Valen." Gavel said when he stood back up.

"She's right over there." He added, pointing to a white mare a few feet away. I was surprised,

"Thank you." Was all I said, he already bought her, so I couldn't exactly reject the offer.

I walked over to the horse; I pet her snout and she nudged my hand. We bonded almost immediately. I saw a tear drop shaped mark under her eye. So, it looked like a she had a single tear running down her cheek.

I decided at that moment, that I'd name her Secunda because of the story Mara's Tear. She was white like the moon too, it fit her well, I thought anyway.

"We should head back, evening is approaching." Gavel said as he finished up his errands in the stables. Rumarin and I followed him out, heading back to the tavern.

"Actually, I wanted to head to the tailor before it closed. I need some warmer clothes." I explained, Gavel nodded and tossed me a small coin purse. I caught it with practiced ease.

"Will you be okay on your own?" Rumarin teased,

"I'll be fine." I reassured him, he smiled and went to catch up with Gavel. While I followed for a short while before turning into the market district.

I went into the tailor's store.

"Welcome! What can I get for you?" The merchant asked,

"I'd like something warm." I replied, looking at the clothing racks.

"Got plenty of it, anything specific?" The merchant said.

"I like this fur-trimmed outfit and these matching boots. I'll take these. As well as that coat and fur hooded cloak." I answered, pointing and grabbing.

"Very well, that will 150 septims." I gave him the small coin purse Gavel gave me, there was no more than 200 in that purse. So, it was plenty. I took the clothes and headed out.

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By the time I arrived, supper was being served to the patrons.

"I would like something light, like smoked salmon with a side of roasted potatoes and onions. As well as some Honningbrew mead." Rumarin quipped at the tavern maid, she nodded her head.

"I would like some of that hearty beef stew, with some bread and some mead with juniper berries, Susanne." Gavel smiled.

"I would like something light too. Maybe some salmon steak and grilled leeks with Pearl tea, please." Lucien was polite.

"I would like some mead and some warm stew as well please." Inigo added.

"I would like some clam chowder with some bread, roasted mushrooms, and Bitter Steppe tea, please." I said as I sat down, Susanne nodded at me.

"I will get that out for you as soon as I can." She smiled politely as she hurried towards the kitchen.

The bards played some upbeat tavern songs to keep the patrons busy while they waited for their dinner. Some danced, some drank ale, some bet their gold in Iron Hearts, and some played drunken wager.

Other patrons consisted of writers, scholars, and older fisherman.

Lucien took out his map of the dwarven ruin he found in an old tome. He set it out in front of himself,

"What do you think we'll find in there?" He questioned inquisitively.

"Likely what we find in every other dwarven ruin." Rumarin replied.

"Giant, steam powered machines that want to murder us." He added.

"I honestly think this one is different, Rumarin." Lucien said with a voice of confidence.

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The food was brought out and set out in front of us as well as our drinks.

"Thanks, lass." Gavel smiled politely.

"My pleasure, enjoy." Susanne said as she hurried away again, presumably to get more food for the other patrons.

The plates and bowls were passed out to their respective owners. Gavel past forks and spoons around.

I looked down at my chowder and I felt the warmth in the pit of my stomach, I licked my lips and grabbed a healthy spoonful. I forked some mushrooms into my already full mouth, before tearing off a piece of bread and shoving it in greedily.

I looked up with bulging cheeks, they immediately heated up in embarrassment, Lucien was holding his fork delicately to his mouth, Rumarin was properly cutting his salmon, Inigo had his own spoon in his mouth, and Gavel was holding his spoon still.

"My goodness." Lucien breathed,

"Slow down, lass. You have all evening." Gavel told me with sincerity. I chewed my food, my jaw was working overtime as I chomped down, I smiled innocently as I wiped away the chowder slipping from the corner of my mouth.

I sank into my chair and ate slowly after that, still embarrassed. I couldn't restraint myself, I didn't know how long it had been since I had eaten.

Gavel dug into his beef stew, tear off huge chunks of bread before dipping it in the juice of his stew. I opened my tea and poured it into a goblet. I took a sip before eating some more chowder. I tore small pieces of my bread and dipped it. Then I'd eat a forkful of mushrooms, before gulping on my tea again.

I did this rhythm for a long while until my food was nearly gone. Since, Rumarin and Lucien had smaller portions, they were finished with supper first.

"Oh, Gavel. Since we are going to Solstheim. Do we have bounties?" Inigo questioned as he ate his stew. Gavel with a mouthful, nodded and grabbed the satchel at his feet, he handed it over to Inigo.

The khajiit took it and took out the most recent letters. He searched through them while we ate.

After some time of searching, Inigo only found two bounties located in Solstheim. By this time, I had finished my dinner as well as Gavel and Inigo.

Gavel took out his map of the other continent and laid it across the table, avoiding the crumps and spills of stew and mead.

"So, I have those marked already. We must have been there a few times already." Gavel explained as he tapped on his charcoal circles. I stacked my dishes nicely before standing up.

"Where you going?" Lucien questioned,

"I want to get a bath before we turn in for the night." I replied as I gathered my newly purchased clothes.

"Alright then. Have a good bath, Valen." Lucien smiled,

"Thanks." I replied softly as I headed out, leaving them to their map.

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When I finally had my bath drawn, I sank into the stone tub. I sighed in relief, my aching muscles finally relaxed and all the intensity I felt, sizzled into the warm water.

I tilted my head back as I rested my arms over the tub. My eyes were closed, and I felt the warm water washing over me as I crossed my legs.

I slid into the tub, submerging my entire body underwater, leaving my head a float.

I laid there for a long while, before washing up. It was a quick lather and rinse, then I got out, dried off, and slipped into my fur-trimmed outfit and shoes. I grabbed my coat and cloak, heading out into the hall and towards the rooms.

I was drying my hair as I walked into mine and Rumarin's room, he was already turning in. I could hear Gavel upstairs getting the patrons riled up with another song.

"What are you reading?" I questioned when I noticed the book in Rumarin's hands.

"Don't get too excited. I don't usually read books unless they have pictures. This one though, I like. It's the Yellow book of Riddles. I love Riddles and Mysteries." Rumarin explained as he sat back against the bed, his legs crossed as he read.

"Oooh, that sounds exciting!" I chirped, Rumarin looked up at him, his eyes skeptical.

"Do you want to try one?" He asked,

"Go ahead." I replied as I sat across from him in my own bed.

"Okay. A Bosmer was slain. The Altmer claims the Dunmer is guilty. The Dunmer says the Khajiit did it. The Orc swears he didn't kill the Bosmer. The Khajiit says the Dunmer is lying. If only one of these speaks the truth, who killed the Bosmer." Rumarin read the riddle out loud to me.

I sat there for a moment, retelling it in my head. Rumarin smirked, thinking he had stumped me.

"Ha! I got you!" Rumarin snickered,

"The Orc." I answered.

"What?" Rumarin questioned, slightly disappointed.

"It was the Orc." I said again. Rumarin blinked at me.

"He was the only one that wasn't blamed, yet he swore he didn't kill the Bosmer, therefore he is guilty, and was the one who slayed the Bosmer." I explained.

"Oh, rubbish!" Rumarin cried,

"Are you mad?" I teased playfully. Rumarin crossed his arms.

"Can't you at least pretend to be clueless." He huffed.

"Honestly, I wouldn't have to try hard." I laughed; I saw a slight curve on Rumarin's mouth.

I curled up and put the blanket over my form, getting warm under the furs. Soon I drifted off.

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Later on, that night my face was contorted with a mixture of emotions as my subconscious was plagued with vivid images of my parents.

'Bound weapons? Conjuration magic is not the traditional Bosmer way. Why can't you use bones to make your first bow like your family did.'

'I feel better connected with Conjuration, plus the weapons are easier to carry and I can still learn with them!'

'Nah bother, you're a disgrace. Fine, used the blasted Conjuration, but don't expect your mother or I to teach you. You're on your own.'

'But papa!'

'Don't speak to me in such a way, you're no daughter of mine. You're a disappointment. Per usual.'

Just then it went pitch black and I was in what looked like the forest. I was running suddenly and didn't know why. All I knew was that I needed to get away. I sprinted through the forest as fast as my legs would take me. I jumped over fallen logs and splashed through the mud. I dodged branches and pushed them out of my way.

Suddenly, I came to an end, I was panting, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I looked back and saw nothing, but I definitely knew something, or someone was coming. I knew I had no choice as I looked at the crashing waves below.

I did the only thing in the moment I knew how to do. I jumped. I felt gravity pulling me down quickly, then I plunged into the frigid water. My eyes widened and I gasped for air, in some attempt to save myself. My lungs burned; an overwhelming despair overcame me as I thought about perishing. The water was dark and freezing, there was no escape. Then complete darkness.

I sprung awake in a cold sweat, panting heavily. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes and realized it was only a nightmare. I sighed a breath of relief. It was so vivid, it's like I had just relived it.

I put my face into my palms and regained my breathing. I was hyperventilating again. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and laid back down. I tried to sleep again, but it didn't come so easily.

Rumarin hadn't stirred, he was sound asleep in the bed just a few feet away from mine. I sighed as I covered up. It was strange however, I felt like I had that dream before.

I had only just jumped, a couple days ago. Yes, but I could swear on all the gods that I experienced that dream before my demise. Almost if I knew it had been coming all along. It wasn't like a dream at all, more like a vision.

Only now, it's like I've had a complete memory wipe and don't remember anything from my past. My thoughts consumed my mind until the morning.

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When Rumarin woke up, he said his hellos and noticed my state, almost immediately afterwards.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sitting up.

"Yeah, barely slept. Had a nightmare." I spoke vaguely, I didn't want to tell him just yet, not until I understood it myself.

Rumarin didn't press on and got up, I did too. We gathered our things and headed out of the tavern. Meeting up with the other guys at the front door.

"Ready?" Gavel questioned his crew, we all nodded in response. Gavel opened the door then and went outside, we followed in tow.

We headed down to the stable and got our horses, leading them to the Northern Maiden.

It wasn't a massive ship, but it was big enough to fit a small stable and cabin aboard.

"Welcome aboard, where are you headed?" The captain asked.

"We want to go back to Solstheim." Gavel replied.

"As you wish. Make yourselves comfortable." The captain said.

We headed into the cabin of the ship and made ourselves at home. Most of the cabin was taken up by the ship's crew, so there were only a few bunks left. We chose our bunks and unpacked our bags. While our three-day journey began.

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Author's Note: Chapter two is coming next! Stay tuned!

Author's Note 2: I believe it's ready. Mistakes are bound to happen, but I wanted to get it out there. If you see any mistakes or plot holes, let me know!

[dovahkinniez]

` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.

HEY HEY. This did originally come from a request, which I accidentally deleted ... Like an idiot. BUT HERE IT IS. Anyway, this is a different layout, only slightly. And I'm trying to find spaces to enjoy writing again as I've been burnt out for a while due to work. If there are any mistakes, tell me or simply turn a blind eye. 🖤

Lucien is a respectful man, and he almost (dramatically) passed out from stress when they said there was only one room available.

What made it worse? You were to sleep there for two nights, and it wasn't like you could find elsewhere to sleep, you were both in the middle of the cold and harsh winters of Skyrim.

If he weren't pale from the cold before, he definitely was after hearing about the ever so unfortunate circumstances.

But you were so ... Calm?

Any normal person would find comfort in that, but it actually scared Lucien even more.

Because ... Why are you so okay with it?! Can't you see the life altering situation at hand here?!

But as you took off to your room, he followed behind with his eyes tired and mind worrying for the next two nights ahead.

'I will sleep on the floor.' — you laughed at his words as you flopped onto the gigantic bed, fit for three people. He watched, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly.

Lucien slowly sat on the end of the bed, clearly tired and cold, but alert from the feeling of sudden intrusion as you lay onto your side of the bed, "It's not that bad, Luci. We are friends, not strangers." You shrugged, unbothered. He was still slightly baffled by your lack of shock and issue with this, but you simply saw it as a difference in culture and upbringing. He grew up pampered with big beds to himself, and everything was handed on a silver platter at his beck and call. You doubted he'd ever slept beside anybody before, never mind a friend, and you knew he wasn't exactly experienced in the art of sex and romance.

The first night was ... Awkward.

— the first night.

After some time, he built a pillow wall between the two of you. Which, by the way, made you laugh. His dramatic actions caused only humour in you, so much that it warmed your cold body up from the long and harsh journey throughout the day. So instead of bringing him back down to Earth, you allowed him to fuss over nonsense for the pure entertainment value. You already knew that Lucien had a wicked dramatic streak, but the pillow incident really set it in stone.

— the second night.

The next hours to come consisted of laying in the dark with Lucien, eyes on the black ceiling with only little thought as you heard Lucien's breathing, which indicated he was still wide awake. "Can't sleep?" You asked after moments of silence, he moved his body, clearly uncomfortable. "No ... I am sorry if I have intruded." You giggled, then you heard him sigh softly. "It's not awkward, Lucien. You're making it awkward." He sighed once more before what sounded like was turning his body on the other side. "Very well. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Lucien."

The day went smoothly and Lucien's unneeded awkwardness has finally dissolved. By the second night, he was fine. Taking the pillow wall down, he lay in bed, shivering from the cold outside. "I told you not to wash in the lake." You grumbled, feeling the cold radiate from his skin under the sheets where you silently wished he had kept the pillows up. But instead you moved closer, taking his cold body beside yours with tangled limbs, your skin grew prickly with temperature shock as he froze, not from the cold, but from the sudden touch. "Breathe, Lucien. I'm trying to heat you up." He only nodded, reluctantly wrapping his arms around yours, his face pushed into your neck with deep breaths as you rubbed his back and entangled your limbs with his.

After sometime, his body calmed into a peaceful warmth between the two of you. His hands gently stroked the exposed skin of your back as yours played with the tangled golden hair atop his head, forehead touching with silent affection. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he doubted he would ever again; he questioned himself if you had ever felt like this before ... Somehow, the possibility caused a nasty feeling in his chest ... Was it jealousy?

All in all, it created a positive memory.

Lucien also realised that night that he may harbour some unknown feelings for you.

[limblessbody]

𝔡𝔬𝔳𝔞𝔥𝔨𝔦𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

‘but you’ve gotta learn the rules, and shit, there’s a lot.’

fluff ☁️ | aged up characters (and 18) | fem! reader

dovahkiin and you were both new kids in the wacky town of south park. he immediately took a liking to you. most people annoyed him by how obnoxious they were, but you didn’t. to be honest, you were the complete opposite of obnoxious.

when dovahkiin fell in love with you, it was unnoticeable. his poker face always hid what he was thinking. his love for you even went unnoticed by himself for a while. on your first date, he took you to an icecream shop. the only issue was; you didn’t realise it was a date.

he almost cursed himself for not being more obvious, since he already thought he was being incredibly obvious. it took you all the way until he finally kissed you one night infront of your front door before you realised what he had been trying to do.

‘d-dovah?’ you would stammer after he pulled away, staring at the moon’s light glimmering on your face.

‘…’ as per usual, he was silent, and so was his expression.

‘.. i.. didn’t know you felt this way about us.’ your eyes glanced away, avoiding the embarrassing eye contact.

‘…’

‘so, like.. does this mean we’re dating? i wouldn’t mind that.’

‘yes.’

you would flinch from hearing his voice for the first time. his face was still emotionless, but now the sound of that single ‘yes’ rang in your ears.

‘.. o-oh.. okay..’ your head nervously nodded to him, ‘.. you.. have a very deep voice, dovah.’

‘…’ he didn’t speak again.

dovahkiin, however, didn’t realise how hard being a boyfriend was going to be, though. of course, he didn’t mind you at all. it was just difficult for him. he had never actually had a girlfriend before. girls liked him, sure, but he never actually committed to a singular one.

it wasn’t much to do with you. it was more to do with himself. he had this idea that he had to constantly satisfy you by buying you things, showering you in love every minute of every day that he could, taking you out on a ton of dates, showing you off to everyone else around him..

it just wore him down, but he didn’t want to stop in fear that, maybe, you would stop liking him. so, one day, you addressed that issue with him. you were both laying in your bed together.

‘.. babe? are you alright?’ you simply asked him, ‘you look exhausted.’

‘…’ he looked up at you without muttering a word.

‘.. we’ve been going out a lot.. i don’t want to drain your bank account.’ your hand raised up to your neck, rubbing it, ‘you don’t need to spend so much on me. it’s nice but you shouldn’t need to work overtime just to afford me.’

he sat up, staring down at you before leaning in to peck at your cheek. hearing any kind of sound from dovahkiin felt unusual, so even the noise he made from his lips kissing your cheek sounded weird to your ears, but nice. a nice kind of weird.

‘don’t overwork yourself for me.’ you reminded him again.

‘… okay.’ he agreed, laying back down.

his dialogue caught you off again. he spoke a lot more around you ever since you started dating than he ever did before, but it would still make you flinch.

‘okay.’ you repeated his words back to yourself.

[baldursfate]

Vilkas x Reader Oneshot

It had been as of ages, descended into the depths beyond Alftand. The hunt for the Elder Scroll was drawing closer to finale, as the glowing undercity of Blackreach spanned beyond your sight. The automatons and Falmer had beaten dents into your armor that chaffed as you trudged by dim light upon weathered cobblestone streets. Your potion satchel was feeling relatively light, but your mind was focused elsewhere. Truth be told, it had been, for quite a time. Perhaps that is why, in the midst of hearty battle, you faltered. Why you endured the raw sting of your wounds, without a spare potion to heal your weary body. Matters of the flesh failed to rouse your attention, unless it was of his, glistening with sweat in the yard of Jorrvaskr on a sun drenched afternoon.

In your reverie, you could nearly satiate yourself on the strong flavour of mead, sat in the dining hall, as you watched him devour the game that he and Farkas had hunted that dawn. Sharp canines that ripped flesh and gnawed bone, that could gently caress your neck if you had chosen to be more upfront with your affections. Your mind's eye continued on to the warm vision of him reading by firelight, expression soft and content for a rare moment. How you wished to be sat beside him, leaning into his body, his warmth. You longed to listen to his smooth baritone as words of old flowed past his lips, bringing much needed rest in it's wake.

Instead, as the lift clattered to a shuddering halt in tower Mzark you stood alone, chilled in crass armor, surrounded by echoing chambers and whirring machinations. You glanced upon the rotted and ruined books lining the shelves of the entryway, and wished direly that you could be home. Perhaps if you rifled through the moulded covers you would find luck, and could return with a new story and an excuse to imbibe in Vilkas.