Comment!Fic Page 1 - "Oh, a little bit of this...a little bit of that."

[skyrimkinkmeme]

OPEN FOR PROMPTS AND

OPEN FOR FILLS

RULES OF THE MEME (Please Read Before Posting)

>>When posting a prompt with a subject that can trigger people, such as - explicit violence, non-con, abuse or graphic injuries of illnesses - please mention them clearly either in the title or if there are many potential triggers they can be added in the text of your prompt, granted a 'TW' or 'Trigger Warning' is added in the title. 
>>PLEASE FILL AS OFTEN AS YOU PROMPT!
>>No underage characters depicted in sexual acts - for our purposes, anyone under 17 is considered underage.
>>Post anonymous when you are posting prompts, filling said prompt, or commenting on either one.
>>Please do not mention yourself, when prompting, commenting or filling, as "your series tag!Anon". We like to remain anonymous and doing as stated before causes issues in that department.
>>DO NOT request certain frequent fillers in prompts. These prompts will be removed.
>>Wait one month before requesting unfilled prompts a second time.
>> Double fills and up are always welcome.
>>No Constructive criticism
>>Be kind - there will be no wank, no harsh criticisms, no discrimination of kinks, pairings or characters. 
>>Absolutely no discriminatory language. Deletion for slurs is at the discretion of the mod, though anons will be given an opportunity to repost minus the language.
>>Do not hijack an Original Prompters (OP's) prompt by requesting certain characters, races and or kinks that were not specified in the original prompt. If you are, however, inspired by a prompt and wish to request a similar situation, post a prompt with your own specifics.
>>Prompts featuring real people are forbidden and will be deleted.
>>IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU'VE READ PLEASE COMMENT!

HELPFUL TIPS
>Please post your prompts with the paired characters and any notable kinks/trigger warnings in the title.
>When posting prompts, always remember to add kinks you're both looking for and wanting to avoid in a potential fill.
>When filling, please remember to add your story tags: characters, relationship types, kinks, series and universe (ie: skyrim)
>Our character limit here at LJ is 4300.
>If you have any other questions about posting, visit the HOW TO KINK MEME THREAD, under the Page Summary on your left.

Welcome to the new Comment!Fic Thread. Some of you may know what this is, and others may not - comment!fics are small one - two comment (the LJ word limit for comments) fills based off of one word or one sentence prompts. All ES games are welcome here, as well as the DLC's. Please don't disclose spoilers for Skyrim's DLCs in your prompt, and if you have them in your fill please place warnings.

Comments

FILL: Vilkas/F!DB: "Lovers' Knot" 39/?

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you all for such a warm response, as usual! I'm very spoiled to have such lovely readers.

They separate after dinner for a time, Miri off to the shops to sell some hard-won goods, Vilkas to the forge to re-sharpen his blade.

He can see the firelight from the back terrace as he heads up to the Skyforge. When he reaches the top, Eorlund is there, hammering away at what looks to be a new steel greatsword. Vilkas watches him for a moment--always a pleasure to see a master smith at his craft--and when the crashing stops, offers "Hail, Eorlund."

Eorlund's head pops up in surprise, and then he grins. "Hail, Vilkas! Returned in one piece, I see."

"Not for others' lack of trying," Vilkas quips, sliding his blade out of his sheath. "Bandits in Helgen, frost trolls climbing High Hrothgar, cutpurses in Riften...it's been a long few days."

"Well, you were much missed, lad." Eorlund claps a friendly hand to his shoulder. "You remember what I always tell you. A sharp blade and a sharp mind..."

"And you'll never go hungry, aye, aye." Vilkas rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "You've been blustering things like that at me since we were both much younger men."

"And it's never once not been true, has it?" Eorlund grins, giving the forge chain a few solid tugs to keep the blaze going. "Meanwhile...I hear you've taken up with one of our lovely ladies in recent days, hm?"

"And as always, the walls have more ears than they ought to," Vilkas grumbles, though it's half-hearted. He's always thought of himself as a fairly private person, not given to flowery declarations of everlasting love or such rot, but he still can't believe his luck--that such a sweet creature would grow into an admirably fierce warrior, brave and impossibly all his. In truth, if all of Whiterun knows by tomorrow, that would suit him fine.

"Should've known when you didn't take to her," Eorlund laughs. "You don't usually feel that strongly about people; not for ill, anyway. And now here you are, star-crossed lovers--"

"Not star-crossed anything yet," Vilkas mutters.

"Aye, for now!" Eorlund says, much too cheerfully. "A lass with lost memory, doomed to be the Dragonborn, you her faithful furred companion, her duties delaying your happy life together, in love for all of this world but destined never to meet in the next--her in Shor's Hall, quaffing a mug of mead and staring out sadly into the wilderness where Hircine has you--"

"Okay, that's quite enough out of you," Vilkas snaps, stamping on the whetstone pedal with a bit more force than strictly necessary as the grinding nearly drowns Eorlund's awful monologue out. "Go back to that sword. Make yourself useful."

Eorlund, who knows Vilkas well enough to know when he's truly angry, just laughs. "It's good to see you happy," he shouts, uncaring as sparks fly off the blade towards him. "And good to have our own little love story, to remind us all of some good in these dark times! The lass carries a heavy burden, but lighter with you, I'm sure."

Vilkas pauses, pulling his sword away from the wheel. "Do you think so," he asks, quiet. "I--she said I wasn't--I wouldn't be a distraction to her, or at least I'd be a welcome one...but surely--"

Eorlund looks him in the eye, and sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Lad," he says, "if I've learned two things in this life--one, strike while the iron is hot, and two--" He fixes Vilkas with a long, searching look, and then snorts. "If the missus tells you the sky is down and the earth is up...best not to waste your breath to contradict her."

Vilkas sighs. "Also fair, I suppose."

Eorlund grins at him. "There's no need to rush, if you aren't sure," he says, a bit more gently. "But you've never been a lad whose heart is easy to move. Once you've charted a course for yourself...you've followed it."

"Though not without lots of anxiety first," Vilkas admits, grinning ruefully. "I know you were speaking in jest, but...there are a lot of things that could happen to pull us apart, in the long run. There are a lot of different influences on us; ones we don't necessarily have control over."