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I'd like to see the two of them return to Jorrvaskr after the wedding, with the Breton or small nord preferably as the Harbringer, and have a ceremony of their own with the pack, becoming the new Alpha pair, running in their wolf forms under the moon to mate for the first time.

Then, following the ceremony, a few weeks later while out hunting together, after making their kill, Farkas hears something, another heartbeat nearby, but it's small. Thinking it to be a fox or a rabbit he starts sniffing around but finds nothing, and comes to the realization it's coming from within her. She has no idea she's pregnant, and suddenly Farkas is the happiest man alive and treating her like Porcelain which completely baffles and annoys the poor dragonborn.

I'd like a revelation scene with DB when he finally says something, having had no idea she didn't know, and maybe some pregnant fluff and hilarity, cravings, mood swings and sore/swelling/lactating breasts that cause all sorts of trouble.

Anything with Ondolemar is appreciated. I'd love some slash too.

Oh man, I have a bad feeling about what Githa is going through. I remember being appaled at the state of Riften during my first play through Skyrim - I figured it was the worst of all the cities. And then I got the No One Escapes From Cidhna Mine quest... Yeah, the dragons can burn Markarth for all I care.

Anyway, this story is awesome so far. I can't wait for the next chapter, even if I'm afraid of what they'll find.

Oh, the fantasies I've had of my Hero of Kvatch going after the Thalmor for, among other things, taking credit for Martin's sacrifice. Or Nerevarine being all "By Azura, stop killing each other all the time!"

Seconded and a possible fill if no one else does.

This anon agrees. Quick, Bryn, save her! Fantastic job with the suspense, A!A.

And yeah, Riften is kind of cozy and charming in a downtrodden sort of way. Markarth is just appalling. It has all my least favorite things: Dwemer ruins, the Falmer they contain, Forsworn, Thalmor, ridiculously corrupt and exploitative businessmen. Even the freaking DAEDRA have apparently decided it's a nice place for some cannibalism and torture. And the beds are made of stone, damn it.

I am making up a lot of stuff about High Rock now. Forgive me.
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Vilkas couldn’t concentrate on his book. Ariella had been so excited about the books on dragons she seemed to have forgotten entirely about the beastblood. The conversation before they settled into their books had been easy and relaxed yet in the silence, a lone with his thoughts his wolf wanted freedom.

Having Ariella behind closed doors, just the two of them was an… attractive idea. One the man liked yet the wolf liked even more.

The wolf wanted control and Vilkas had been staring at the page containing the beast for the past few minutes.

“So what’s the Library of Daggerfal like?” Vilkas blurted before he could help himself. He had been relaxed when they were talking before, perhaps talking would relax him now.

“Uh, big, I suppose.” They both laughed, Vilkas’ albeit more strained. “Well what do you mean?”

“I don’t know, seeing all those guards makes me wonder what it’s like.” He heard her book close and lowered his own.

“Have you ever been to a library before?”

“Not really.” Vilkas admitted, she seemed a bit surprised yet the answer was to be expected.

“The Library of Daggerfall is a bit different to other libraries anyways.” She smiled at him and Vilkas felt a blush rising in his cheeks. “Everything in the Library is under lock, key and magical wards. Any books to be transported are taken with a scholar usually accompanied by a few guards. We have books covering everything, from all over the four eras.”

“Wouldn’t with so many books things be hard to find?”

“Everything is sorted by topic then by date. We also have a catalogue book, well books, that detail everything we have.”

“The Library seems fairly important then.”

“Well it is really. I don’t know how politics works here but in High Rock if the High King wishes to make a decision he seeks the counsel of a scholar who is an expert in the topic. Scholars are basically members of the Royal court, the Library is also connected directly to the Palace.”

“I think the only scholars I’ve ever seen are ones in robes that no one really pays attention to. They’re just kind of there and don’t really seem to have a part in, well, anything.”

“I have noticed High Rock is different when it comes to things like that. We don’t even wear robes.”

The statement surprised Vilkas. He assumed any intellects wore robes, mages did after all. “No robes?”

“We wear robes when we travel, for practical reasons but in the library and around High Rock itself we mostly wear formal clothes. Gowns, suits and such, I haven’t seen anything of the style here in Skyrim though…”

“Why’s that?”

“In case we need to make a court appearance. A whole lot a fuss for a whole lot of nothing if you ask me.” They laughed and a questioned itched in Vilkas’ mind.

“S-so do you think you’ll go back to High Rock?”

“Probably, it’s my home after all.” Vilkas picked up his book and opened it to a random page to hide himself behind. “You’d do the same, if you were stranded somewhere I’m sure you’d want to come back here, to the Companions, your brother. It’s not just the Library waiting for me at home but also my family. You'd like High Rock."

“Mhmm.” Vilkas nodded stiffly as he said that. He could feel a stinging in his cheeks and a pain in his chest. Of course she would want to go back to High Rock, he had been stupid for even thinking she would want to stay. He had been stupider for hoping and thinking she even had a reason to stay in Skyrim.

Hi Skyrim peeps, this is my first fill here so I apologise for stuffing up any protocols...

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Legate Rikke stood with her sword in her hand in front of General Tullius. The general sat, staring at his hands in disbelief. Outside the castle, the battle raged - the cries of dying men, the clash of steel. And above it all, the echoing Thu'um of not one, but two Tongues. It would be over soon. They had been doomed from the moment the stranger joined the rebels.

"We're done here, Legate," Tullius told her, speaking for the first time in hours. "You can go."

"Not yet, we're not," Rikke said. She flexed her sword arm, watched the doors.

"Don't be an idiot, Rikke. It's over for me. If you go now, you can take the tunnels from my quarters. Make it to the Thalmor embassy."

"Are you trying to insult me, sir?" She glanced at Tullius, raising an eyebrow.

"Ugh. Fine, have it your way," he replied. "Stay here and die."

Another Shout rattled Castle Dour. Legate Rikke stumbled as the stones shook beneath her, then regained her balance.

"They're here, sir," she said calmly, in the same tone she'd used so many times announcing the arrival of an emissary or a diplomat.

Tullius laughed drily; half-way through, it turned into a hacking cough. She'd never heard him sound so old. "You don't say, Legate."

Two old friends, Rikke thought. Two old friends, and a stranger.

***

"Ulfric. Stop," Rikke said. Her stomach sank at the sight of his eyes. She saw no anger in them; only cold resolve, and a hint of sorrow.

"Stop what? Taking Skyrim back from those who'd leave her to rot?"

"You're wrong, Ulfric," she said. "We need the Empire. Without it, Skyrim will fall to the Dominion."

"The day the Empire signed that damn treaty was the day the Empire died," said Galmar Stone-Fist.

She shouldn't be disappointed - the Stormcloaks had never listened to reason before; why would they do so at the moment of their victory? Arguing with Ulfric was pointless. But she could buy time. Perhaps the Thalmor would send aid. Perhaps the remaining loyalist soldiers would rally the people of Solitude to Tullius' side. Or perhaps the heroes of Sovngarde will ride in on a dragon's back to save us. You're a fool, Rikke, she told herself. Still, she couldn't give up. She was a Nord; and Skyrim was her home. She would fight until her dying breath to save it from destruction.

"This is what you wanted, Ulfric? Shield brothers and sisters killing each other? Families torn apart? This is the Skyrim you want?"

"Damn it, woman, stand aside," Galmar growled. "We've come for the general."

"That's not the Skyrim I want to live in."

No aid was coming. There was no-one left to come. Tullius' men were shattered; the townspeople were dead, or fleeing; and the Thalmor were biding their time. The Dominion weren't going to help the Empire hold Skyrim. They'd swoop in after the fighting was done, maybe even take Solitude for themselves when the Stormcloak victors were celebrating, good and drunk in the early hours of the morning.

"Rikke," Ulfric said. "You don't have to do this."

"You've left me no choice," she said. "Talos preserve us." She raised her sword, and advanced.

***

Rikke doubled to the stone floor, a hand clutching a deep slash across her side. Hot blood spilled through her fingers. She could feel the ragged edges of her own ribs, the rough ends of bone torn apart by Galmar's axe, and her vision blurred. Behind her, Tullius fought on, and the sound of his blade clashing with the Dragonborn's rang in the background.

Tullius had seen her go down, heard her cry out as Galmar's axe sliced through flesh and bone. The shame of that was worse than any pain. Rikke wished she'd stayed silent, that Tullius hadn't seen her fall. If he thought her still alive, he'd have hope, fight harder. Rikke knew her general better than anyone else did. She had watched Tullius descend into a shadow of himself as first Whiterun, then Falkreath, Markarth and Morthal fell to the rebels. Nothing she had said or done could save his morale from its downward spiral, compounding loss after loss in the civil war.

Tullius is no Nord, she thought, watching detachedly as her blood splattered onto cold grey stone.

They might be on opposite sides of the war, but the fate of Skyrim meant more to her, Galmar and Ulfric than it did to Tullius. Through a fog of pain, head spinning, she finally permitted herself to give voice to the nagging thoughts that had plagued her since the day she had first joined the general's service - the same day she had hidden her Amulet of Talos under her smallclothes. There was a gulf between her and Tullius. There had always been. The last few weeks had proven that beyond all doubt.

She was reminded of something her father had told her once: When a Nord drinks himself stupid, he does so with his comrades, in celebration; an Imperial does it alone, and in despair. Maybe there was some truth in that. It was surely true of Tullius.

"You're a fool, Galmar," Rikke said, summoning her strength. For all his faults, while Tullius lived, Solitude was not beaten. By the Nine, let my general take strength from my voice, she prayed.

The next moment, Ulfric and the Dragonborn Shouted together, and the castle shook to its very bones. It felt like a direct rejection of her prayer. Momentarily deafened, she clutched her wound and looked up. Tullius had been knocked to the ground; Ulfric and the Dragonborn stood over him, weapons levelled at his throat.

Galmar stepped closer to Rikke, standing over her. He was saying something, but it was muffled beneath echoes of the Shout that had knocked her general to the ground. She shook her head, but it didn't clear. Her vision swam with red. Rikke realised her hearing had returned when she heard her own heart thudding in her ears. Sovngarde was calling her. She pictured her father's face, and her brother's; both dead by Stormcloak blades, both waiting for her.

Galmar Stone-Fist's eyes met Rikke's from under his grizzled bear's head helmet. His axe dripped with her own blood, and his craggy face was grim. "Damn you, woman," he said, his voice rough. "I told you to stand aside." Rikke could see he gained no pleasure from watching her bleed out on her knees.

"You've doomed our homeland, Galmar," Rikke said. "Ulfric won't hold Skyrim."

She caught sight of the stranger, his blade raised over Tullius's neck. Was her general to die before she did? Death was inevitable; a true Nord never feared it. But if Tullius was slain before she was, the shame would follow her to the next life and beyond. Galmar saw the despair in her eyes, and called out.

"Wait, Dragonborn," he said. The stranger looked up in confusion.

But Ulfric understood. "Yes. Wait," he ordered. "She deserves that much."

"Thank you," she said. "Talos..."

She was dizzy, spinning. Through the pain came a deep feeling of peace.

"Talos be with you, Rikke," Ulfric said, and Galmar's axe swung down to meet her neck.

Would OP like a Rozenn/Galmar fill? This fits in perfectly with my headcanon for them ;)

That was delicious :D. I wouldn't mind a follow-up!

Revyn needs more love. He's just so darn sassy.

Of course, life in the Grey Quarter can be hard for even the sassiest mer. Our Dragonborn runs into Revyn after he's taken a serious beating from some of the local nords, and has to help him home. Comfort ensues.

Would prefer a Breton Dragonborn, or any of the human races.

But as long as this gets filled, I don't care!

Oh lawd, this is so cute! Please, someone fill this gem!

Oh, sounds so cute. I love that guy. He's married to my gentle Bosmer priest. I could do a story and just cast my priest as a lady.

I didn't really pay much attention to them until I read that amazing Balimund fill on the meme (Of Elves and Men? I think? Something similar) a while ago, and recently found myself back in Riften.

Now all of a sudden, Anuriel and Unmid are my OTP; I humbly request a fill featuring this couple. Plot, porn, fluff, angst, it's all good.

Squicks would be character death (of those two; I'm okay with angst, but don't think I could handle tragedy), and bathroom stuff. Other than that, have at it!

Bonus: Racial tensions are a thing, but anyone with an issue about Anuriel's race keeps it quiet becaise they really don't want to get on Unmid's bad side.

I know what it's like to be left hanging, I couldn't do that to you guys ^_^ And I really love my thieves, so I'm excited to get on that.
But uh, would it go here or? Still new to this lol.

OP here, and PLEASE DO! <3

The following morning had Lydia shaking me awake again. Damn it, Lydia. My head hurt like hell and my muscles throbbed with a dull aching pain. Deciding to stay in bed for five more minutes, or half an hour, I tugged my blanket over my head trying to block out my annoying Housecarl. Then my body involuntarily curled around itself as a gust of cold air washed over me. Lydia had yanked the blankets off.
Evil woman.

I pushed myself to a seated position, rubbing my sleep filled eyes and grumbling under my breath about certain Housecarls that were too happy in the morning. She shot me a unfazed glance, "You have a meeting with the Companions at dawn, remember?"

No rest for the Dragonborn.

Once I was up, dressed and fed I headed up to Jorrvaskr. Most of the citizens were already awake, despite the early hour, helping the weary Legion clean up the debris and mess from the battle. Waiting at the steps of Jorrvaskr were two familiar figures. Tall, dark and far-too-happy-for-this-time-in-the-morning was waiting with tall, dark and clearly-not-a-morning-person-as-well.

At least we have one thing in common.

"Good morning, Igne. Morning, Lydia." The giant of a twin greeted us, tone far too cheerful for this early and this soon after a battle. Neither of the two Companions showed any signs of injury or tiredness and I envied them. I, on the other hand, looked like something that had been dragged through a hedge backwards. By a dragon. The Companion continued, "I'm Farkas and my brother is Vilkas." The saturnine twin let out a small huff that I guessed was his greeting. Farkas gestured at us to follow him and he led us round the longhouse to a large training yard overshadowed by a cliff. The clash of a hammer striking steel sounded from above and I guessed that that must be the elusive Skyforge Adrianne was always grumbling about. Farkas stopped in the centre and his twin moved up from behind us to stand next to him.
"Kodlak wanted us to have a look at you in one-to-one combat first. So you'll be fighting Vilkas. " He moved past me, leaving his twin and myself in the centre of the yard, clapping me on the shoulder with his hand as he passed. "Don't worry, you'll do fine."

Right.

Lydia and Farkas took a seat together on the bench, Lydia grinning slightly. I rolled my shoulders a few times, hoping to relax a little and trying switch my brain back into combat mode. Vilkas took a position in the centre of the courtyard, nonchalantly holding his greatsword in one hand, "The old man said to have a proper look at you, so let's do this. No magic, no tricks. Just have a few swings at me so I can see your form. Don't worry, I can take it."
The bastard was mocking me.
Fine.
I swung my sword, aiming at his neck with an overhand cut. He effortlessly batted my sword away, knocking me off balance and exposing an opening in my defence but he didn't press the attack, choosing to wait, contemptuously sneering at my effort.
I'll show him.
I feinted another blow at him, ducking under his deflection and turning my body into his as I aimed a cut across his abdomen. I had thought I was quick but he was faster, grabbing my wrist with his left hand before I could even make the cut, and twisting it until my sword clattered to the ground and he moved behind me. Instinct kept me fighting and I aimed a kick at his groin. It caught him on the thigh and he barely even noticed. A second later I felt the cold edge of his sword resting on the back of my neck. Then I was shoved roughly away, almost sprawling to the ground in an undignified tangle of limbs, pride wounded.

"You'll never make a Companion." It wasn't even said angrily. Just a mere statement of what he perceived to be fact. There wasn't anything I could say to that. Oddly I felt like crying, like a child getting scolded by a teacher they'd disappointed. He continued on, "I saw you fight in the battle as well as just now, you're weak. Your combat skills are poor and without your little tricks or your Housecarl to watch your back you wouldn't last a second in real fight."
His words struck a chord within me, more than that, they hurt.
"You think I don't know that?!" I snapped, snatching my sword up from the ground and turning back to face him, "Why else do you think I'm here?"
"To save yourself some money from our services in battle?"
"Vilkas-" His twin interjected from the side-lines, a warning note to his voice, but I was already swinging my sword at Vilkas. He barely managed to block my furious blow and I swung again the second I felt the pressure between our blades change, all my anger channelled at him. Again he caught my blade with his. I was just about to make a third swing when he effortlessly deflected my blade towards the ground and stepped back out of range.
"Better." His eyes stared down at me as I stood there, panting and utterly confused.
What the-?
"You might just make it. But for now, you're still a whelp to us, new blood. So you do what we tell you. Here's my sword. Go take it up to Eorlund to have it sharpened. And be careful, it's probably worth more than you are."
And just when I thought we were getting along.
"You want me to take your sword just up that rock? The one that we are literally standing under? What's the matter-don't your legs work any more?"
The man actually growled at me, stepping in so close that all I could see was his armour and his face leaning over mine, blotting out the weak sun, "I gave you an order. Is that a problem, whelp?"
For a moment, as we glared into each other’s faces, I actually felt like storming out. But I didn't. I'm no quitter. I'll show you. Jaw clenched, I snatched the sword from his hand and stormed up the hill in a huff.

When I returned Vilkas and Lydia had all vanished but the older, bald man called Skjor was waiting for me under the eaves of the porch with Farkas.
"There is one last part to your test, girl."
I bit off a groan. Another test? Really?
"What do you mean?"
"Last week a scholar came to us. He said he knew where we could find another fragment of Wuuthrad."
Wuuthrad? Was that the broken greataxe over the stairs? Better to keep quiet than to reveal my ignorance.
"He seemed a fool to me but if he's right than the honour of the Companions demand that we seek it out."
"So you want me to retrieve it?"
"This is a simple errand but if you carry yourself with honour on this quest you will be a true Companion." He stared at me for a long moment, assessing me before carrying on, "Farkas will be your shield-brother on this, whelp. Try not to disappoint. Or get yourselves killed."
And on that cheery note he left leaving a smirking Farkas.
Two can play at that game.
I widened my eyes, "So, you're going to be my shield-brother?"
"So I'm told," he replied dryly, reminding me more of his brother, "Let's see if you impress."
"Oh, I'm very impressive."
Pity I'm being sarcastic.

Holy Talos. I didn't expect this to get filled so fast - and so amazingly! There are actual tears in my eyes. Oh, Rikke. You've captured her perfectly, and the others are spot-on as well. I want to give every last one of them a hug right now.

Alright, so this is going to be a fairly long prompt. Strap yourselves in folks.

So I left it pretty late to do the civil war quest in my game but I had no doubt that I was going to side with the Empire.

I was loving it right up to the end where, at the battle of Windhelm, you have to kill Ulfric. Obviously, I knew I was going to have to, but when it came to it, I found I didn't really want to.

I realised then it was because Ulfric, to me, is such a waste of a brilliant man. He came through his roughest time hating the Dominion (understandable) but then his hatred spiraled and became less specific and less understandable (to me anyway - this is just my view on him)

SO (the actual prompt at last) I would love to read a fill where a female DB really does her research before joining the civil war. She's done with Alduin and allows herself some time to get to know both sides views and where they're coming from.

During this, she ends up becoming very fond of Ulfric and he becomes pretty infatuated with her too.

From here, the story can go one of two ways:

1) either the DB tells Ulfric she will join the Stormcloaks providing he returns his focus on removing the Empire/Dominion from Skyrim and reigns in his appalling treatment of other races.

OR

2) The DB can't ignore Ulfric's views and joins the Empire. Then I want plenty of heart-wrenching angst when she has to kill him.

I guess, out of the two, I would rather the first (who doesn't love a happy ending?) but if the second strikes you more, then please, please DO fill! I'd love to read either! Oh and obviously, smut would be very welcome indeed, but if any potential A!A can't fit it in, no worries.

As far as the DB goes, I would like her to be a Nord as I think it would best suit the story but if any lovely A!A wants to fill but would rather use another race, please do!

Oh, and - for this story - squicks are: non-con, dub-con, anything bloody or toilety.

Apologies for prattling on and thanks for reading if you've got this far!

Oh, Revyn love. I definitely approve!

Hello author!anons, I've never really payed much attention to Vilkas up until I had him as a follower for a while and let me tell you~ He's always scowling at my DB but it seems that whenever she's moments away from dying he swoops in and saves the day. I'd like to see something like that. (To be more precise, I just want to see some saucy hate sex, ha.)

I've always been under the assumption that werewolves have their own "time of the month" depending on when they first turned. During their time of the month all their senses are heightened.

Since Vilkas seems to be the most resistant to his beast form I want to see how he handles being around the DB during his "time of the month". I know there's quite a few stories like this but I can't help it, I need some angsty Vilkas in my life.

Bonus sweetrolls if Vilkas and the DB are constantly fighting, more than Ria & Athis. c;
I'd prefer the DB to be a Nord but any human race is a-okay.
Reason as to why the DB & Vilkas are traveling together is your call. In fact, everything is your call. I just want to see hate sex. Go wild~

Oops. Tiny mistake. I meant Njada & Athis, not Ria.

First replier here. I'm working on another fill but it's almost done, then I can get working on this.

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