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Vilkas/F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Anything goes really, I just love me some Vilkas.

Bonus points for Breton and Size kink though.

Re: Vilkas/F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Nathalia!anon is grateful for how she structured her Farkas story so she'll be able to help this OP's dreams come true. She is fairly certain she can handle doing both stories at once.

Little spitfire Breton sound good?

Re: Vilkas/F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Sounds good to me!
-OP

Re: Vilkas/F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

I'm addicted to Vilkas fics ❤
Hope this gets filled!

Sleepless - Part 1a/?

[(Anonymous)]

Just an idea I have seriously not been able to get out of my head for like ever.
You might just want to brace yourselves for a long fill, apologies.
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Ariella just wanted to go home. She cursed her young age and those she worked with being too old and fragile for any kind of fieldwork. She cursed the Mages in Bruma for being so irresponsible and not having any record, save for a first hand account, of such a precious and delicate item being moved. She cursed the blasted war that kept her stuck in Skyrim, but right now she was cursing the Companions most of all.

The Breton had only come to Whiterun to tell them of the Dragon problem, at the request of the lovely Stormcloak man and his family, Ralof had after all, helped her escape the Dragon attack. Well by helped she meant basically act as bodyguard until she found a bow, but even then her use was very limited. Not even the basic magic she knew was a big help, she was in a panic and couldn’t concentrate properly.

Her heart ached at the thought of the Helgen disaster. While she knew she should feel sorrow at the lives lost she couldn’t find it in her to feel for those she never knew, especially those who wanted to put her on the chopping block. No, what she mourned were the amounts of lost texts and journals.

She had only kept a few books on her yet it seemed her most private journal, her research study log and all her notes were gone: the scholar in her mourned.

Which is what she was. The Breton was a Scholar at the Library of Daggerfall and she had been ever since she was 15, the youngest scholar the Library had seen in a very long time, if not the first.

And this scholar was certain she had no place in the Mead Hall of the Companions.
She wished she never helped out with the giant. It had been pure luck anyway. She had intended the arrow to pierce the giants heart, yet instead it stuck the beast in the eye allowing for the Companions to take it down quickly.

Her original intent was to head directly to Winterhold to the Mage’s College to do what needed to be done and then go home. Yet it appeared that wasn’t likely to happen.

The man that had been there when she helped with the Giant, Farkas, had waited for her outside Dragonsreach. Unsure how she could refuse his offer and go her own way she found herself being dragged along to the hall of the companions.

“Talos take me.” She muttered when she saw the red headed woman, Aela walking up to her.

Sleepless - Part 1b/?

[(Anonymous)]

“You fight well, you should consider joining us.” She said with a smile.

“Uh…” Ariella started awkwardly, she was used to having her nose in a book not interacting with people. “I’m a scholar though, didn’t I, uh, tell you this?”

“Aye, but you have a good eye as an archer and we could use more archers around here.” Arielle nodded awkwardly and hoped if she explained her reason for being in Skyrim they would let her go.

“I actually have to be getting to the College of Winterhold, my purpose for being in Skyrim.”

“Been to Skyrim before?” Farkas asked from behind her, she jumped slightly as she had almost forgotten he was there.

“No.” Farkas and Aela glanced at each other and directed Ariella to a chair.

“Well then you clearly don’t know how dangerous the road can be.” Aela said, “Frost trolls, ice wolves, ice wraiths, snow bears. And that’s just what you’ll encounter when you near the college.”

“I was going to take a carriage.”

“Then,” Farkas began shaking his head slightly “unfortunately you’ll have to contend with Bandits, thieves and potential military raids. Skyrim is a war you know.”

“I know.” She said simply looking down at your hands.

“Someone,” Aela started, gently resting a hand on Ariella’s shoulder. The red head paused and sighed. “Now take no offence, but someone unprepared might not make the journey, unfortunately.”

Ariella thought for a moment. It was true she ran into more trouble here than any other province, and with a war… and now Dragons. Would she really survive a journey to Winterhold? Maybe if she did train with them…

No. She just wanted to get home. She was done with battles and death for a long while now.

“Then perhaps you should accompany me. Unfortunately I have important business to attend to. The Library will be expecting me back soon.” That was a lie, she had requested a few extra months, knowing Mages could be quite difficult to deal with. Especially the ones in Skyrim, notorious for being sheltered and untrusting of any outsider, especially those not gifted in the magical arts.

“Farkas we should take her to see Kodlak!” Aela announced, pulling the Breton to her feet.

“Kodlak?” Farkas asked with a raised eyebrow.

“He’ll tell us if she has potential in the companions! The old mans read people well, you see.” The last sentence was directed at Ariella.

“Oh no that’s quite alright.” She tried to pull away from them but the two Companions pulled her to the stairs, Farkas practically carrying her when she refused to go down the steps.

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Tags:
relationship:het, char:Vilkas, char:F!DB, race:Breton, race:nord, kink:size, kink:fluff, kink:angst, kink:virgin

I think they are all the tags.......
Apologies for the many grammatical and spelling errors it's 3am and I need to get this out before it becomes brain crack.

Sleepless - Part 2a/?

[(Anonymous)]

Vilkas was in counsel with Kodlak, as seemed to be the normal as of late. The Beast blood affected him most of all and everyone knew it. He could only get a few hours of restless sleep and had taken comfort in books during the night. Kodlak had been helping Vilkas try a whole variety of sleeping draughts all of which the wolf burned through before they could have any effect.

The man in him was tired but the wolf kept him going. He wanted to rest.

Yet admittedly he was grateful that it meant he had lots of time to study the History of the Companions, war tales and anything else that interested him. He had only seen that once Kodlak told him to look for the Silver lining to his sleepless nights.

Yet the beast didn’t like reading, it was too idle and some nights he had to take long walks around Whiterun to sooth the beast’s agitated soul. It wanted to get out and as the man grew more and more tired the beast was getting closer to release.

When his brother and Aela came into the room dragging some woman Vilkas was positive they’d caught her stealing from them.

She was dressed in loose fitting robes and looked like she just wanted to run away, she reminded Vilkas of a caged animal which made Vilkas’ wolf rear it’s ugly head.

He was sure she must have been a thief as it seemed the only thing Aela and Farkas would unite over. With a circle in such division Aela and Farkas avoided each other like a plague unless they were called for a job, which thankfully they were still professional about.

“Kodlak, do you have a moment?” Aela asked, Kodlak looked at Vilkas who merely nodded confirming his own worries could wait. Besides he wanted to witness this.

“I do now.” Kodlak said, neck and back cracking as he turned slightly to face the three people.

Aela and Farkas placed the small woman in a chair at the table so she was in-between the two seated men.

“Tell us if she had the fire in her heart to become a companion.” Farkas said exchanging smiles with Aela.

Vilkas was confused, Farkas and Aela were trying to recruit someone? Why would they do such a thing, now of all times? Why were they agreeing on something?

He pushed the behaviour of the two aside and assessed the woman. She wore robes but Vilkas wasn’t convinced she was a mage. She smelled of a recent battle but he couldn’t smell any magic on her. She was a Breton and would probably only reach Vilkas’ shoulder at full height, if that. She looked scrawny like she had never seen a proper day of battle before. Her hair was an ebony mess that was tied into a ponytail, which needed retying. Her hair was longer than any warrior or mage would have kept it and none would have left it that free flowing either. She had brown orbs for eyes that seemed to glance nervously from Kodlak to Vilkas and she still looked like she wanted to run to the exit.

She definitely wasn’t companion material.

Sleepless - Part 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

The Breton had been training all day. She wanted to rest yet Aela and Farkas wouldn’t allow her more than a ten minute rests before resuming the training. She wasn’t cut out for this kind of physical exertion. Her hands were meant to delicately handle era old tombs, not swing a sword like a barbarian.

Yet when the was a beginning to set the two Companions called it a day. Ariella ached and wanted to just collapse, which apparently she was entitled to do for the next few hours until Dinner was prepared.

In the whelp room she fell onto a bed burying her face in her pillow. As she lay there with her whole body aching after a few moments she found herself beginning to cry.

She never had been much of a crier but right now it was all she seemed capable to doing.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to find comfort in books and intellectual discussion. She wanted to be surrounded by people she could write tombs on not people she could sum up by writing their name followed by the word smash.

She yearned for the comforts of a library, where the smell of parchment would welcome her home and she would be comfortable, not aching and groaning on a bed harder than stone. She wanted to stay up until her fingers were blackened with ink and the night candle had been long extinguished as her studies kept her company on her sleepless nights.

As she silently cried she began to wonder what she was doing here.

A scholar certainly had no place here yet Aela and Farkas seemed convinced she belonged and just needed training to realise her potential. The only potential it seemed she had though when it came to a sword was hitting herself.

She was hopeless with a sword and couldn’t pull a bow back to it’s full length. She hated it here and wanted to run away. She would gladly let herself be taken by frost wraiths, ice trolls or whatever creatures Aela had told her about. As she began to think more and more about just walking out the door and never coming back again she became convinced that Aela and Farkas trained her so hard today so she would be stuck in Jorrvaskr for the night.

She had no will to move and any attempt to run would fail, she was sure. They had imprisoned her here, the chains being her own bodies fragility.

Her tears dried after a while but she didn’t move. She couldn’t sleep but she was relaxed and comfortable.

“Whelp.” She heard a voice say from the door. It wasn’t one she recognised, at first she thought it was Farkas yet it wasn’t as deep as his. She looked up and saw what looked like Farkas at the door.

She knew it was Farkas’ twin yet couldn’t recall his name, she was not sure they had been introduced. She sat up properly when he uncrossed his arms from the doorway.

“Aela told me to give you this.” He tossed a red bottle at her, which she fumbled with before it fell on the bed. He scoffed and walked away closing the door behind him.

The man had a slightly smaller build than Farkas and Ariella found herself wondering if Farkas just trained more or if perhaps there was another reason. She decided that knowing this harsh land it was probably an illness of some degree. Either way he was rude and she found it hard to meet his eye; he was definitely the most disagreeable companion she had come into contact with.

Sleepless - Part 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

She uncorked the bottle and sniffed the contents. It smelt foul but she had a feeling it would be for her own good to drink it. If Aela wanted to poison her or paralyse her to leave her immobile she was sure Aela would have made sure the potion was at least appealing to smell.

It tasted as foul as it smelt but after drinking the entire thing and after trying to keep it down she felt herself beginning to feel better. Her muscles weren’t as sore and she didn’t groan at the thought of moving.

There was still a degree of tenderness but it was very minor and by the time Farkas collected her for dinner she didn’t hate everything as she did before.

Ariella wanted to sit at the end of the table out of the centre of the group however Kodlak wished for her to sit by him. Apparently it was tradition for a new member to sit by the Harbinger at the first meal they were in attendance for. It meant she was stuck between the Harbinger and another man who she recalled being called Skjor. He seemed nice enough, he was tough on the outside yet his actions were all dealt with a degree of kindness.

Ariella could also tell he had a particular fondness of Aela, which was probably why the kindness extended to Ariella seeming as Aela had vested interest in her.

“So Ariella,” Kodlak began once plates were mounted with food. The Breton didn’t think she had seen so much in her life. “How has your first day with the companions been?”

“It’s been uh-”

“It’s been great. She’ll deny it but she’s a natural.” Aela said.

“Yeah,” Farkas interjected, “Well when she’s not hitting herself with the sword she actually shows some real skill and potential. I think a few months training and she could actually be a real fighter.”

“Sounds like you’re having fun.” Kodlak smiled at her. She weakly smiled back; fun was not how she would describe it, at all.

“I’m sure Aela’s more interested in the fact she prefers the bow.” Farkas’ brother said before taking a sip of mead. The huntress threw a hunk of bread at him before talking about the importance of archers.

The other whelps were seated together chatting amongst themselves. Ariella felt she would have belonged there more than amongst the more higher members. She didn’t exactly understand how the structure worked but could tell that there was some kind of division; a bond that bound the higher members and excluded the whelps.

She wondered if there would be a book she could pick up on the matter. Yet as she looked around at the rabble around her she wouldn’t know where to start. Yet logically she thought the Harbinger would be knowledgeable and potentially even having a book on the subject, yet it appeared he was always in conversation and didn’t want to interrupt.

She ate beef strew and bread sipping from her tankard only when she found her mouth dry, which thankfully wasn’t often. She didn’t like whatever was in her tankard, probably Nordic mead, horrible either way.

“Ariella, you’re quiet.” Kodlak said to just her. She glanced up from her food and gave a small smile to him. “So do you have any questions?”

“I was uh, wondering if you maybe had a book about the history of Jorrvaskr?” She asked a bit nervously, she was sure she had seen a few books in his room and prayed at least one of them was what he was looking for.

“Ha, of course I do. It’s glad to see someone is concerned about the history of this hall well with more than Ysgramor that is. But if you want more you’ll have to ask Vilkas, I’ll bring it to you once we’re done here.” She liked Kodlak, he was a man she could tell would have entire books dedicated to.

Her face lit up at the thought of this ‘Vilkas,’ he must have been some kind of Scholar in Whiterun. Perhaps he even had a library, although it was probably small. She knew that usually city libraries outside of the capital concerned themselves mostly with the cities own history, which would suffice.

She could collect a few tombs from him tomorrow, hopefully he would let her take them away from the library so she could read at night. Yet she would understand perfectly if Vilkas didn’t want her to take them into the Hall of the Companions at the risk of the books being used for fire starter.

Sleepless - Part 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Vilkas was locked away in his room. He hadn’t paid much attention to the new whelp at the meal, which was simple enough considering she did not speak. The only words she spoke were to Kodlak and it was too low for him to hear them anyway.

Vilkas had been the first to retire once dinner was through. His wolf was beginning to grow agitated and his responses were becoming more and more curt so rather than lash out at someone he removed himself.

He had been in his room reading for hours enjoying the quiet and peace. The other Companions had long since gone to bed and the faint sounds of sleep around him was oddly soothing, even Farkas’ snores.

Yet he was growing more and more restless, his wolf not content with the stillness. Vilkas marked his book with the worn leather bookmark given to him by Farkas years ago and stood up.

He would go get a drink, pace around his room for a while and then he’d be fine.

As he got to the top of the steps he realised he wasn’t alone in the mead hall. The sent was unfamiliar and Vilkas wished he had the foresight to grab his sword. Thieves usually didn’t target mead hall of the Companions. Yet as he went to reach out for a war axe on a rack he identified the source of the scent.

The Breton was sitting at the table, a book propped in front of her and she seemed engrossed. He found himself curious about what she was reading but shook those thoughts aside.

He suddenly became overly aware that he was in fact wearing only pants. He didn’t like being caught without a shirt, not when so many people compared him to his brother.

Yet he figured he would be more than able to sneak around her she hadn’t noticed him so far and he was sure if he was very quiet he would not be noticed. He began to walk and just as he was nearing the table he stumbled colliding with a chair.

The Breton physically jumped and was just about out of her chair before realising it was just him. She had a hand on her heart and she began breathing slowly, Vilkas could hear her heart racing.

“Sorry, I thought I was the only one awake.” The Breton said, as if it were her fault.

“No it’s fine, I just came for the drink.” Vilkas grumbled finding a pull bottle of mead on the table. He watched as the Breton’s eyes flickered to his chest and then away, back to her book. “I, uh didn’t think anyone would be up here.” He said as way of explanation.

“Understandable.” She replied.

“So what are you doing awake?” Vilkas asked, she should have been tired after a full days training with a full days training tomorrow as well.

“I um, don’t sleep that well…” Vilkas’ curiosity was peaked. He took a seat that was next to her but a comfortable distance away.

“Any reason why?”

“Insomnia they call it.” Vilkas nodded. “So do you have it too or did you just wake up thirsty?”

“I have something like it.”

“It doesn’t bother me much though, it just means I get more time to read.” She said with a faint smiled, Vilkas’ curiosity peaked further.

“So what are you reading?” Usually he was the only one in the mead hall to touch books; save for Kodlak that was.

“Kodlak leant me a book about the history of Jorrvaskr.”

“H-how are you finding it?” It was a topic that was a favourite of Vilkas’ and he wanted to know if they shared the same interest in it.

“It’s interesting, but some parts I don’t understand. Kodlak said I should ask someone called Vilkas for some more books on the matter if I was interested.” For some reason Vilkas’ heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name.

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I don't really know much about Insomnia so please forgive me. :S

Sleepless - Part 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Actually, I’m Vilkas…” He started slowly his focus fixed on his bottle of mead; he couldn’t bring himself to look at her.

“O-oh…” There was a slight pause. “I’m sorry, we hadn’t been introduced and I just thought-”

“It’s okay.” He looked over at her; her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and she looked like she wanted to melt into the floor. He extended his hand out towards her and said “I’m Vilkas, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Ariella.” She replied with a quiet voice and placed her hand in his. Her handshake was firmer than he expected though.

“I’m sorry.” She said again.

“There’s no need to apologise.” Vilkas replied. Her cheeks were still slightly red and her heartbeat was erratic; both of which seemed to rouse the wolf in him.

She couldn’t meet his eyes or his face and kept her attention trained on the book in front of her even though she had closed it.

“If you have any questions feel free to ask me, I know our history better than most.” There was a beat of silence.

“Uh, thanks…” Her voice trailed off and he kept her gaze fixed on the book in front of her. After a few moments of silence Vilkas stood, despite his wish to stay and talk to her. He turned around and was about to head downstairs again.

“Wait.” Her voice was quiet but he stopped and turned his head slightly. “Um, can I ask about what the circle is?”

It was as if she thought she was asking a question forbidden, her voice unsure and her heart rate slightly quickened. A small smiled played on his lips.

“Give me a minute.” With that Vilkas walked down the steps but once the doors closed behind him he ran to his room.

He rather frantically found a tunic to put on and looked quickly through the books piled around his room. He wished he had ordered them in some way. He soon found the books he was looking for and ran back to the mead hall, slowing to a much more casual pace once he was walking up the steps.

It wasn’t often the brooding wolf was excited to speak to someone, but at that moment he was.

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Ariella felt tired but didn’t want to pull away from her conversation with Vilkas. She thought if she left it she’d find out it was a dream.

He was just so passionate about Jorrvaskr’s history and for that she was enamoured with him. She had her head rasting on her arm on the table and she looked up at him as he spoke.

He was telling her of a battle; one that was often forgotten. He was so descriptive, energetic and eloquent she felt like he was reading a book out to her.

She desperately wanted to keep her eyes open and listen to him. Yet they had been up for hours and hours now and even her sleepless mind had its limits.

Vilkas had mapped out the line of Harbingers for her on a piece of paper and she had made notes around it herself. Notes similar to that were spread all over the table; as were books.

It didn’t help that Vilkas’ voice was fairly soothing, which Ariella found strange. She usually preferred silence yet she almost found herself wishing he would never stop talking.

“-and though the battle looked lost, and for the most part certainly was but that is-” Her eyes were drooping but opened at his abrupt stop, “A tale for another time. You look tired.”

“Maybe a little.” She admitted trying to shake herself awake a bit.

“Well then bed for now, there will be plenty of tales for another time. Besides, your probably sick of my voice.” Vilkas said with a chuckle. Ariella simply reddened in the cheeks and stood with Vilkas as they made their way downstairs.

“Well goodnight, if you could call it that I suppose.” She said, to which Vilkas nodded.

“Goodnight.” With that he watched her retreat into the Whelps room before going to his own room.

Sleepless - Part 7/?

[(Anonymous)]

Farkas and Aela were up early in the morning. They wanted to get in some training before they had to train Ariella. Farkas and the huntress walked up to the mead hall in a tired silence.

They were a bit tired but it was nothing a good breakfast couldn’t cure.

As they walked over to the table they spotted an array of books and paper spread across a section; a section with two seats drawn close together.

The two raised an eyebrow at each other and walked over to the table.

“Do you think…” Alea started picking up a piece of paper from the table.

“Well this is Vilkas’ script.” Farkas said showing her a pieace of paper which seemed to have a list of Harbingers on it.

“And this isn’t.” Aela said pointing out the neater, more curvaceous and oddly formal handwriting on the page, as well as showing him the page she was holding.

The two smiled at each other placing the paper back where they had picked it up from. Still smiling they picked up something to eat and went outside.

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Just a quick update. Should be more soon :)

Sleepless - Part 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

Vilkas felt surprisingly well rested. It had been nice to have someone to talk to about history and everything he was interested in. Ariella had seemed very interested too and never seemed bored; bored was the reaction he’d come to expect from the others companions.

Ariella seemed to have a surprisingly good grasp on researching and reading. She had even appreciated the scribbles on the pages of Vilkas’ own history books. The scribbles had been done by himself to help his understanding. He had always referred to them as scribbles or notes but Ariella had called them ‘annotations’ if he remembered correctly.

This lead Vilkas to assume she was probably of some noble birth or at least at a level of wealth where should could dedicate time to reading.

He wanted to ask her about where she came from and how she got to Skyrim but seemed it inappropriate to ask.

Vilkas allowed himself a glance at Ariella’s training, admittedly it had been one of too many he had allowed himself.

Yet her academic credits aside Ariella was damn near hopeless when it came to anything physical. This lack of skill was worse than any Vilkas had seen in any whelp that came through the companions. Not even Ria had been as bad as Ariella and she was more concerned with bedding him or his brother than learning.

While in Ria and the other whelps the lack of skill and incompetence had frustrated and annoyed Vilkas to no end he didn’t have those same feelings about Ariella. He found her lack of skill endearing which unnerved him a little.

Vilkas felt as though Aela, Farkas or Ariella were about to turn his gaze to him and he glanced away quickly. Looking was no shameful act Vilkas was sure but he still didn’t want to be caught staring. He felt like a child.

He heard Farkas call for a break and soon the twins were seated side by side.

“So what do you think?” Farkas asked picking up some bread and a bottle of ale. Vilkas raised an eyebrow at his brother, “About Ariella.”

“Oh the Breton, she still needs to improve, a lot.” For some reason Vilkas felt his wolf go on the defensive, yet he wouldn’t explain why,

“Yeah, but what do you think?” Farkas wiggled his eyebrows to the best of his ability which raised another cocked eyebrown from Vilkas. That in return earned a playful nudge from Farkas.

“I think you and Aela are good teachers, surprisingly enough.” His wolf made the decision to be evasive and the man followed. Vilkas couldn’t explain his behaviour, he knew exactly what his brother was asking yet couldn’t find it in him to tell the truth.

“You expected anything less?” Farkas was slightly offended and the original topic was clearly forgotten. Vilkas blessed his brother’s simple but proud mind.

“You and Aela working together? I doubted it highly.” Farkas punched him playfully on the arm. “It’s good you two aren’t fighting anymore.”

“Yes, everything is much less tense now like it was before all this mess happened.” Farkas looked down at his mead, he seemed oddly wise in that moment.

“It’s a good thing, especially for Kodlak’s sake.” Farkas nodded at his brothers words and ate his food. There was no more conversation after that and the brotherly silence was only interrupted by a small voice a short while after.

“Excuse me.” Vilkas felt all his hairs stand on end at her voice for some reason, not from fear or shock though.

“Ah yes, Ariella?” Farkas said before Vilkas could really process real thoughts.

“I need to send a letter.” The way she seemed to address only Farkas made Vilkas’ wolf stir.

“Ah we’ll need to find you a courier then I suppose.”

“Um, it actually needs to go by uh, bird…” She was quiet and unsure in her speech as if treading carefully to not anger the companion.

“Bird?” Vilkas was confused, only matters highly important got sent by birds. Usually birds were only used between Jarls and other people who ruled. Farkas seemed a bit confused as well but then realisation seemed to dawn on him and he stood. “Ah yes, we’ll have to ask permission from the Jarl to use one of his birds.”

Ariella smiled at Farkas and he began to lead her away. Vilkas watched them go confused and his wolf growling for whatever reason.

Sleepless - Part 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

Sending the letter had been more trouble than what Ariella originally thought it would be. The Jarl had been cautious at first and it took some persuasion from Farkas for the man to believe Ariella’s story.

Once he had agreed Ariella had been provided with paper and quill to write her message.

As she wrote however the court wizard hovered over her. He kept commenting on the prestige of the Library and the resources it held, he was no subtle in his intentions. Especially when he directly asked her if she could get some books for him.

Farkas had ushered the little man away. Mages were always difficult to work with.

Her letter briefly described her situation and she requested for any books on Dragons and the companions to be brought out to her so she could continue study whilst in Skyrim.
She did not wish to attempt to cross a boarder again.

Ariella had then gone straight back to training and was now at dinner with the rest of the companions.

Ariella was last to arrive in the mead hall for dinner. She had been downstairs reading and lost track of the time. Only the inviting smell of venison stew lured her away from her book.

The only spare seat had was on the end of the table next to Njada. Not that Ariella minded, the woman wouldn’t speak to her anyway so she would probably be able to read without having to bother with conversation.

She helped herself to some food and opened the book to her page. Slowly the noise of the companions drifted away as she continued reading.

Sleepless - Part 10/?

[(Anonymous)]

After dinner Vilkas had only retired to his room to escape his conversation with Ria. The woman was nice enough but she got on his nerves.

Once he had heard silence fall in Jorrvaskr he had gone back upstairs to, yet again, find Ariella alone and still reading.

She looked up and when she noticed him she smiled brilliantly and closed her book, marking it with a scrap of paper. “I was hoping you’d come to finish the story.”

Vilkas felt his heart beat faster and he took a seat beside her and began recounting the story again.

She gazed at him intently as he recounted the story. She only interrupted when she needed to ask a question; usually about some detail that Vilkas had left out because he’d thought it was too boring. Her attention to the small details surprised him but he was happy to answer her questions, more than happy in fact.

Their routine continued like that for some time. Through the day they would speak little, most of Ariella’s time being taken up by Farka and Aela. Vilkas had to focus on training the other whelps with the help of Skjor. When the rest of the companions had gone to bed the two would stay up in the mead hall, either reading in silence or discussing things.

Yet soon Kodlak had jobs for them to complete across Skyrim. Farkas was sent with Ria to investigate a potential fragment of Wuuthrad, Skjor was sent to Markarth to deal with a break in and Vilkas was sent with Athis to clear out a bandit cave.

The bandits were in a cave past Solitude and it would take at least five days to do the job.

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Jorrvaskr was much quieter with half of the companions gone. Ariella trained with Aela during the day. It was mostly just archery training, which Ariella was fine with. It was much easier than Farkas’ brutal sword training regime even though the string left her arm red raw at the end of a long day.

She would have thought that the quiet would have meant concentration was easier yet she found it harder to read in those few days of silence. Whenever she tried to read, especially during the night, her mind would wonder and she would find it difficult to concentrate on the book in front of her.

Her thoughts, embarrassingly enough, focused mostly on Vilkas. He was not at all what she suspected at first and that was a good thing. In his absence she admitted that she missed having someone to keep her company at night, even if it was in silence while they both read.

She also wondered if her message had arrived in High Rock. Surely it must have by now but she had expected some kind of reply.

Sleepless - Part 11/?

[(Anonymous)]

Vilkas could see Whiterun now and he felt his heart quicken a bit. Vilkas didn’t really want to admit it but he had been thinking about Ariella a fair bit while he had been gone. It was only really bad at night though while Athis was sleeping.

He was being pathetic.

He wondered how Farka’s job had gone and prayed silently that it hadn’t gone too well. If Farkas’ job had gone great he liked to celebrate with a mead of fifty. Normally Vilkas would have thought nothing of it, but he was with Ria…

“I wonder how the other’s jobs went.” Athis said as they became walking past the farms just outside Whiterun.

“Hopefully well.”

“I just hope not too well. Last time Ria was on a job with Farkas and he got on the mead a bit I had to hear the story of how he looked like he was going to kiss her about a thousand time.” The two laughed, Vilkas did like Athis. The nord and wolf in him had been wary of his skin when they first met but in some ways the two were similar.

“Let’s just hope he didn’t actually kiss her.”

“Or worse.” The two laughed again as they walked through the great gates of the city.

Vilkas and Athis stopped off in some shops to sell some loot they found with the bandits. The gold was divided equally and they made their way back to Jorrvaskr.

The mead hall was already full of life when they entered. Everyone was bustling around and seemed to be preparing the room for some kind of celebration.

“Aela.” Vilkas called as she passed by. The Huntress was carrying a basket full of ingredients, it was unusual for her to help out Tilma. She usually thought such duties were beneath her. “What’s happening?”

“Farkas and Ria brought back a fragment of Wuuthrad, celebration’s in order don’t you think?” She said with a smile. Vilkas’ expression faultered and then Aela leaned in closer, “Fear not, the ice-brain hasn’t so much as looked at Ria.”

Vilkas let out a sigh of relief, which caused a laugh to come from Aela.

“Anything I can do to help?” Vilkas asked following Aela as she walked to the kitchen.

Sleepless - Part 12a/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Just rest, you’ve just come back. I think we have everything under control, even Skjor and Njada are helping out.” Getting those two to help was far more of an accomplishment that having Aela herself offer a hand.

Vilkas went to his room and threw his pack onto the floor not really caring when some of the contents spilled out onto the floor. He could clean it up later but he wanted to go congratulate his brother.

Farkas, being one of the people to bring home the fragment, was exempt from any celebration preparations. Vilkas checked in Farkas’ room only to find it empty. Considering Farkas hadn’t been in the mead hall it meant he was probably outside, unless he had decided to go to the market for something.

Yet sure enough when Vilkas stepped out onto the porch his brother was in the courtyard training.

“Brother.” Vilkas called out as he approached. Farkas stopped his training and turned to his brother.

“I was afraid you would miss the celebration.” Farkas said smiling at his brother.

“You know I can sniff out a Companions Feast days in advance.” Vilkas joked. The two laughed and went to go sit on a bench.

“So how did your job go?”

“Fine. A boring but essential job.” Farkas nodded, “How did your job go? Aside from the obvious, of course.”

“Alright I suppose.” Farkas glanced around before leaning in close, “Ria kept getting in the way though.”

Vilkas laughed and Farkas just grimaced. “Well tonight’s celebration should go well.”

“It’s been too long since we had a good celebration.”

“Two months?”

“Exactly.” The brothers laughed and settled into a comfortable silence.

In the silence Vilkas closed his eyes and let himself relax. He listened to the sounds of the people of Whiterun, the sounds of Eorlund forging whatever new weapons, he could even smell the food being cooked inside Jorrvaskr.

“I think Tilma was saying before she needed help in the kitchen.” Farkas said after a pause. Vilkas nodded and walked inside.

Sleepless - Part 13a/?

[(Anonymous)]

The celebration was in full swing once the sun had set. The companions were famous for their celebrations especially when a fragment of Wuuthrad was involved.

Farkas was already well on his way to being drunk and the music and cheering was enough to deafen a person. The feast had been limited to a selected few, mostly the companions themselves and a few other people of importance yet the celebration after the feast was open to most.

The usual tales had all been told and now the party was broken into smaller groups, yet all just as loud. Vilkas was with Farkas, Ria and a few of the men of Whiterun as they listened to Aela retell a story of a bear she once killed.

The companions had all heard the stories before yet they were still entertaining. Vilkas could tell from the sent of the men around him they all wanted to bed Aela tonight. None would get the chance though, not unless Aela decided.

The music stopped as the bards took their break and the few that had been dancing stopped. Vilkas found himself scanning the room quite frequently and though he didn’t want to admit it he was doing it in some vain attempt to locate Ariella.

He hadn’t seen the Breton since the feast and even then they had sat on opposite ends of the table. He briefly wondered if she had gone down to bed. He knew Njada had already gone downstairs because she had a job tomorrow.

Yet as Aela was ending her story Vilkas spotted Ariella.

She was sitting rather awkwardly on a bench alone. She looked around the room at the celebrations yet made no effort to participate and instead held a bottle in her hands.

A man approaching her soon took her attention; Vilkas clenched his fist. The man took a seat next to her, right next to her.

Too close. Vilkas’s wolf growled, yet he had to agree. The man was sitting far too close and Vilkas could see Ariella slowly inching away.

When Vilkas saw who the man was he felt his wolf fight for control. Mikael; the bard who definitely knew how to overstep his boundaries.

The Bard whispered into Ariella’s ear and Vilkas didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that his wolf hearing couldn’t pick up on the words. Yet as Aela’s story ended the Bard placed his hand on Ariella’s leg and Vilkas stood up. He tried not to look rushed but he was fairly sure he failed.

Ariella by now was right on the end of the bench, the bard only getting closer, pressing on her. Vilkas wasn’t sure what he would do when he got over there but he hoped his wolf wouldn’t be in control.

“How’s the celebration going?” Vilkas asked, his fists were clenched beside him. “Usually the first celebration as a companion is the most overwhelming.”

The Bard seemed to get the idea and slid away.

“She doesn’t look the part of a companion…” Mikael said by way of explaining himself. Vilkas bit back an insult as the Bard scurried away.

“Thanks for that.” Ariella stood and smiled slightly at him.

“No problem. He’s a bit uh… notorious for that.” She laughed slightly but she couldn’t exactly meet his eyes. “So how is your first companion celebration?”

Re: Sleepless - Part 1a/?

[(Anonymous)]

Kodlak and Vilkas had not left the old man’s quarters all day. They had both been reading the journal carefully.

Last night Vilkas had managed to convince Ariella that The Beastblood were a set of weapons that became cursed. She had wanted to know more and thankfully she believed him when he said not much was known about them.

Terrfyg had thankfully been cryptic in his journal about the Beastblood. Anything he said was easily able to be fit into the lie about weapons. Vilkas and Kodlak had hoped that there may be a hint to a cure in the journal yet so far they were having no luck.

The day was coming to a close now; soon they would have to leave for dinner and yet they were no closer to a cure.

Vilkas knew how important this was yet he could feel his focus slipping as he could faintly smell food being cooked. His focus however was mostly on after dinner.

Ariella had commented how it was much more comfortable on his bed then in the chairs upstairs. Vilkas’ could feel cloth tightening and his heart beating at the comment she had made so casually. Vilkas had insisted they just go to his room every night and Ariella had agreed.

A lot of his focus was on her now. Even though he worried about her finding out about what the Beastblood really was he still wanted to spend time with her and be close to her.

Eventually a knock on the door roused Vilkas from the chair he had basically been stuck to for the day. Ariella was at the door and smiled lightly when she saw him.

“Farkas told me to come get you and Kodlak for dinner.”

“We’ll be up in a moment.” Vilkas said and then watched her go.

He turned back to Kodlak and the two began clearing what they had pulled out.

“What are you smiling about old man?” Vilkas asked when he noticed the smirk that was lightly playing on Kodlak’s lips.

“Hmm? Oh nothing, boy.” Vilkas raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing.

Upstairs most of the companions were already seated. Vilkas took his usual seat next to Farkas. Ariella was wedged between Farkas and Aela; both talking to her about battle techniques.

Vilkas spent most of dinner just listening to what Farkas and Aela were telling Ariella. Occasionally he spoke with Skjor and Kodlak yet the two were mostly silent.

Dinner was interrupted by a knock on the door. Silence settled over the companions as Aela leapt up to answer the door.

Sleepless - Part 15/?

[(Anonymous)]

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.

Sleepless - Part 16/?

[(Anonymous)]

“No. Absolutely not.” Vilkas exclaimed as he stood abruptly.

“Vilkas, it’s time-”

“No. No way.” Vilkas’ eyes flicked from one member of the circle to another.

“Vilkas-” Aela growled out.

“No, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Brother-”

“No.”

“Vilkas.” Skjor spoke firmly and Vilkas couldn’t help but listen. Kodlak may have been Harbinger but Skjor was Alpha and that made even Vilkas’ stubborn wolf comply.

“I just don’t think she’s ready.”

“She’ll be taking her testing with or without your consent.” The decision was final and Vilkas knew there was no point in protesting it further. “What you can help make a decision on is who goes with her.”

From the faces Vilkas saw around the room he had this feeling everything had already been decided.

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“No. Absolutely not.” Ariella said, standing and taking a step back.

“The others say it’s time.” She shook her head.

“No.”

“Ariella-”

“I don’t think I’m exactly warrior material, Vilkas. I didn’t even think I would ever have to do a testing.”

“Every companion has to go through testing at some point.”

“Honestly?” She sat down on the bench beside him. “I never thought I’d be here long enough for that, let alone have the skills.”

“Well it should be relatively simple, we’ve just got to get another fragment of Wuuthrad.”
“Then come home to another celebration.”

“Bigger.”

“Joy.” She rested her head on the bench then picked it up again. “Wait you said we.”

“Yes, I’m going with you.” Vilkas noted the small smile that kept pulling at her lips, she eventually hid her face from him.

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Vilkas’s patience was being worn thin by Ria, again. He had hoped Ariella would sit next to him so they could discuss, or at least pretend to discuss, plans for her testing tomorrow.

The Breton had chosen instead to sit at the end of the table, despite the empty seat beside him when she sat down.

At the start of the night Ariella seemed quiet, more quiet than usual. Typically she would have a book and if not she would actively listen to what was happening around her, happy to observe the situation around her. Yet she had just sort of stared at her food, food that she hardly ate.

Vilkas was trying to wait until Ariella had finished eating, but a man could only take so much.

“If you’ll excuse me.” Vilkas said, interrupting Ria. Vilkas stood and walked around to where Ariella was sititng.

“I’m going downstairs, fell free to join me if you want.” He told her quietly.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, ok.” She gave him a small yet forced smile and returned her attention to the food in front of her. Vilkas wanted to ask her if everything was alright yet the looks he was getting from Aela, Farkas and even Kodlak told him now was not the time.

Sleepless - Part 17a/?

[(Anonymous)]

The night was cool yet not uncomfortably so for the Breton. Ariella lay on the ground in the courtyard of Jorrvaskr. She gazed up at the stars in thought, something she did a lot as a child and still quite often now.

Whenever she was anxious she would gaze at the stars. The thing she liked about stars was how constant they were. No matter where she was in Tamriel if she laid down and looked up she would see the same sky.

It helped when she was feeling home sick, as she gazed up she could at least pretend she was back in High Rock.

As she gazed up she wanted to pretend she was back on her roof in High Rock yet something kept pulling her back to Skyrim. She blamed the slight chill, something that was rare to feel back home.

The young Breton sighed in a vain attempt to stop the unease in her stomach. That sense of uncertainty, uncomfortableness, fear had been there since she entered Skyrim. In the recent weeks it hadn’t bothered her at all yet now…

Ariella couldn’t relax she was far too anxious; the idea of her testing was plaguing her far too much.

She didn’t think she could do it at all, not think but knew. She had this feeling if she went on that testing something awful was going to happen.

Then there was Vilkas. At first she thought having him there was a blessing, yet upon further thought she realised how much of a curse in disguise it was. Ariella could try all she wanted to deny it but she knew she had grown quite a large attachment to Vilkas. Everything about him intrigued her and challenged her.

Yet he was a man of strength, honour and battle prowess, the three things Ariella lacked in herself. She was feeble, a novice to battle and would rather pay people like the companions than be one. A large part of the fear she was feeling was because of Vilkas. She was terrified of making a fool of herself in front of him or having him see how weak she really was.

She wished she was back at home again. Everything was simple in High Rock; mundane, boring, safe yet there she was most happy.

She heard the doors of Jorrvaskr open and close quite quietly. She didn’t make a move and she was fairly sure she knew who it was already.

Everyone else had long since retired for the night, even Tilma had urged Ariella to go to bed so the woman could sleep herself.

Sleepless - Part 18/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ariella had gone back to her normal self once Vilkas put a book in her hand. She was comfortable in doing what she knew and there was nothing wrong with that.

Vilkas also gave her a book on Nordic tombs and drauger. She seemed a bit more comfortable knowing what she would be facing instead of going in blind. They had discussed the topic for a while but the book was short and had been finished quickly.

They had settled into a silence for the last few hours; Vilkas reading one of the books on the Companions and Ariella one on Dragons.

Vilkas was still a little unsettled about what had happened earlier in the night. Yet he was just being selfish in his reasons. The way she missed home make Vilkas sure she was going to leave someday and potentially never come back.

He peered at Ariella quickly before turning his gaze back to his book. She was laying down, book held above her head. Vilkas allowed himself to admit that he liked seeing Ariella on his bed.

As Vilkas kept reading he kept thinking. He wondered if it would be an invasion of privacy if he asked Ariella some questions, he wanted to get to know her better in all honesty.

“Ariella, can I ask you something?” Vilkas stared into his book; he was being a coward. The seconds ticked by painfully as he waited for a response. There was only silence and after a while Vilkas prompted her again, “Ariella?”

When he received no response again he looked over his book and smiled in spite of himself. Her book was resting on her face and her body was relaxed. Vilkas marked his page in the book and set it aside. He searched around a bit for her bookmark but only found a scrap bit of paper. He then carefully picked up her book off her face marking her page and setting it aside.

Vilkas moved carefully and slowly, afraid of waking her. When the book was removed she cringed at the light slightly in her sleep just mumbled something but didn’t wake.

Vilkas was tired now but he couldn’t find it in him to wake her. He decided that nothing would be wrong if he just laid beside her and flattened himself against the wall.

He carefully did just that and as soon as he closed his eyes his wolf wanted other things, primal things. Yet he pushed those thoughts aside and tried to sleep.

He had been just started to lull into his restless sleep his eyes flew wide open and his heart started racing. Ariella had been a tossing from side to side in her sleep a bit yet generally se stayed quite still.

Now however she had rolled into him. It took a moment to register it but she was still asleep. Her face was buried in his side with a hand lightly curling into the fabric of his tunic, right above his now pounding heart.

When Vilkas relaxed again he understood that she was probably cold. Her hands felt cold even through the fabric of his tunic. Vilkas looked down at her and his heart skipped. He didn’t allow himself to admit it but Vilkas definitely wanted more moments like this.

After a moment Vilkas gently pulled his arm from beneath her and wrapped it around her. He then fell to sleep quite qickly.

Re: Vilkas/F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Is it cool of we multi-filled this?

Dawning - Part 1a/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ariella’s pace slowed when Whiterun came into view. She swallowed, heart pounding in her chest as she looked at the city. She couldn’t quite keep her eyes off the gates as she walked towards it. She was practically begging the god’s for an excuse to not have to return.

This city just kept calling her back, it seemed. In the months she had been gone she’s received countless bounties, letters from the Companions and even a request from Ulfric Stormcloak to help the Stormcloaks with their campaign against the city.

Every time she saw the Whiterun seal the letters had been promptly thrown away. She read the ones from the Companions though; letters that were mostly updates from Aela.

In truth, Ariella didn’t want to receive them. She was trying desperately to forget about that place and while burying herself in work was a good strategy those damned letters were constantly reminding her.

It was nice to know that Kodlak had been cured along with Aela; who had now assumed her full role as Harbinger. The Companions were moving on with their lives just as Ariella knew they would. The update letters would soon become less frequent until they stopped all together, that was something Ariella was certain of.

After the first letter Ariella had sent back the amulet she had received when she became a circle member. She had also requested that Aela stop sending official Companions updates; Aela had chosen to ignore that request.

The more steps Ariella took the heavier they felt, she felt like the bow strapped to her back and the sword on the hip were weighing her down. The Breton had told herself that she would return the gifts she’d received if she found better weapons; truthfully she knew she couldn’t quite give them up.

At the gate a Stormcloak officer nodded to her and helped her open the city doors. She stood just inside the gateway for a long while. The city was so familiar and nothing had changed. In a way it felt like home and that made Ariella feel sick; this place would never be her home, not now.