skyrimkinkmeme | Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "

Skip to Main Content

Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "

CLOSED FOR PROMPTS,

BUT OPEN FOR FILLS

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Forgive the title and lack of information in it - couldn't think of how to explain it all in one summary.

So, this is what I want, A!A's: any character from Skyrim (be it Vilkas, Aela, Brynjolf, or even your own DB) thrown into our world. Anywhere on Earth. You could make it your own home town, or go to places across the globe. Doesn't matter. The point is, I want to see the reaction of the Skyrim character. Just imagine if they appeared in Las Vegas. The lights...the sounds...everyone on their Androids and iPhones...their weird clothing... You could go anywhere with this prompt.

Huh. Maybe I should have named the title "Through the TV Screen".

Passerby!anon seconds this! *prays to the Nine that a!a chooses Aela*

So A!A has started a fill for this! And here is the prologue (hopefully this I'd what you were looking for, if not I'll just post it as a misfire somewhere):

It was supposed to be an ordinary day (so, obviously, it wasn't).

I'd just come home from my life guarding gig, mom and dad were at work, my sister was at camp, and my brother had taken over at the local pool for me. I was unlocking the door, preparing to relax...

And then a guy in heavy armor (seriously, it had to be a couple hundred pounds) crashed into my back, knocking the wind right out of my lungs. As I panted for breath and glanced over to see what the hell that was because damned if people didn't fall out of the sky on a regular basis, I had to stifle a fangirl scream.

"Who are you?" he asked me. "Where is this place?"

I was definitely dreaming. There was no way that Vilkas had fallen out of the sky and knocked into me.

I pinched myself. I wasn't dreaming.

I laughed kind of nervously as I answered his questions. "Well, I'm Jade, and... Sorry to say, you're not on Nirn anymore."

--

A short prologue, but... There's more coming, and that should be longer.

TAGS (for now - if there are more they shall be added at the end of subsequent chapters):
char:Vilkas
es:Skyrim
prompt:filled
kink:crack/humor
char:F!OC

"This is Earth. America, to be more specific. New York, if you want to be really specific. And oh my god, it is an honor to meet you, Vilkas." I beamed.

"How do you know who I am?" he demanded, looking as though he wanted to run me through but wasn't sure how dangerous a seventeen year-old girl could be.

I laughed kind of nervously. "It's a long story. Like, a really long story. And you probably wouldn't believe me anyway." How was I supposed to explain I'd seen him in my favorite video game? How was I going to explain a video game in the first place? A tv?

I was going to need some help.

Glancing around quickly to ensure nobody had seen us - it wouldn't be too much trouble to pass Vilkas off as a goth cosplayer or something, but it'd be easier if I didn't have to explain at all - I pulled the tall Nord behind me into the house.

"Gotta call Shay," I mumbled distractedly to myself. "Look, I'll explain as well as I can in a minute, but... There's a lot to cover, to say the least. I'm going to recruit some help," I told him, pulling my cell out of my pocket.

"You're leaving?"

I glanced up at the Nord from where I was finding Shay's contact on my phone and grimaced. "Ah, no. You won't get it if I tell you. I just... Give me a minute, and I can explain - hopefully - and we can try to figure out how to get you back."

The gruff man crossed his arms but remained silent as my phone rang and rang, until I thought it was headed straight to voicemail - curse my luck - and Shay picked up. "Oh, thank god," I said into the phone. "Look, I need you to come over. Like, now. You won't believe it unless you see for yourself." Thankfully, it wouldn't take her long - she did live down the street. And in the meantime, I could begin explaining things to my confused companion.

Shay sighed. "I'll be right over. This better be important."

I glanced at Vilkas. "You have no idea." I'd barely jabbed the end call button with my thumb when a question came from my displaced charge.

"What was the purpose of speaking into that box?"

No cell phones on Nirn. Right.

"It's a cell phone," I said lamely. Like that explained anything. "Basically, what it does is allow two - or more - people who are too far away to speak communicate. Because it's cellular, I can take it and use it anywhere. If that makes sense."

I could practically see the cogs turning in his brain - at least Vilkas liked to learn, right? Right - but he just nodded briefly.

Oh, where did I even begin?

"You've got to have a lot of questions, and I'll try to answer them - and I'm sure Shay will too, when she gets here - but first things first. You look completely out of place here." I sighed. "I'm not gonna sugar coat it. As I mentally noted earlier, you look kind of like a medieval knight crossed with a goth - ah, that's someone who wears lots of dark makeup and talks about death and how meaningless life is - cosplayer - someone who dresses up as a character from a book or something. Like if you were to dress up as the lusty Argonian maid and act all depressed!" I smiled, pleased with my simile.

Vilkas appeared less amused. I rolled my eyes and directed him down the stairs - no use in standing on the landing for all eternity.

"Just sit on the couch - the green thing with flowers, yep - and make yourself comfortable."

He looked anything but.

I'd almost offered him a drink - there was no mead in the house, but maybe he'd like a beer? - when the doorbell rang. Oh, thank goodness; Shay was here.

--

I have to apologize for my lack of experience writing first person, but I hope this is at least relatively enjoyable regardless. :)

In which Vilkas debates the morality of running two teenage girls through, regardless of whether they can help him get back home.

--

I left Vilkas to flee up the stairs, unlocking the deadbolt and flinging open the door to see my two years older, curly-haired, Skyrim-obsessed (not that I wasn't) friend. Her old green Subaru was parked sloppily in the driveway and they keys were still in her hand, though she looked impeccable as always, not a single chestnut hair out of place.

"I got here as fast as I could," she told me. "What's up?" Shay looked worried, and I wasn't surprised. I hadn't exactly sounded calm over the phone - still wasn't exactly calm.

I made a face. "You won't believe it unless you see it," I said finally, grabbing her around the wrist (ignoring the bracelet digging into my palm) and pulling her behind me down the half flight of stairs, kicking shut the door behind me. "Look," I said urgently, pointing at the grumpy warrior sitting, arms crossed, on the ugly flower-printed couch and looking distinctly displeased.

Shay sighed, placing her forehead on three thin, perfectly manicured fingertips. "So... You found a Vilkas cosplayer. Great. That's really what you called me over to see?"

My eyes widened - I hadn't considered the possibility that Shay wouldn't think he was real, but I couldn't blame her; she hadn't been crashed into by a spontaneously appearing Nord.

I was saved the trouble of having to explain that no, he was not a cosplayer by Vilkas himself. "I am not the lusty Argonian maid!" he shouted and I winced a bit. Yeah, on second thought, maybe that wasn't the best comparison I could have made.

Shay raised an eyebrow. "What's he going on about?"

"I, ah... Tried to explain cosplay. I don't think he got it." Granted, I hadn't explained that well...

"Wait, so you're saying...?" Shay asked tentatively.

I nodded. Vilkas sat there and looked distinctly uncomfortable.

"No way."

"Way."

"Seriously?"

"For real."

"Why couldn't it have been Farkas?" Shay sighed happily, thinking about the character.

I gave her a look. "No way. Vilkas is the better twin."

This was an old argument, and one saved from continuation by the werewolf's disgruntled clearing of his throat. "I am right here."

Shay waved a hand distractedly. "Yeah, yeah. Why couldn't it have been Brynjolf?"

We shared a look. "Brynjolf," we chorused, like a bunch of crazy fangirls at a Justin Bieber concert (or like we had at that Bullet For My Valentine concert last summer... a story for another time). At least we could agree on that.

--

sorry not sorry

I laughed so hard when I read this that my boy friend had to come over and see what was so funny. More please!

God damnit, I LOVE THIS. Please continue!!!

A!A apologizes for the ridiculous wait and gives another chapter as a peace offering! Things are sort of starting to flow better and I kind of have some sort of idea where this is going, so... yeah. Chapter two!

--

Vilkas cleared his throat again, and I was drawn back to the present.

"Well, first things first," I told Shay. "He needs a makeover."

She nodded, looking him over. Of course, finding clothes might prove to be an issue - Vilkas towered over me, and even though my clothing of choice was a comfy, unisex band tee, they probably wouldn't fit him (and like hell was I giving it a shot; I loved those shirts).

"He looks to be around your dad's height... Can you grab something of his?"

Shay had a good point, but the correct answer to her question was 'not if I want to live to see tomorrow'. Of course, it would be easier to explain that they had the same shirt than an armored, armed Nord, so I would have to ignore my survival instinct for the moment.

I ran upstairs to grab a tee and pants, leaving Vilkas in Shay's (probably) capable hands. It didn't take long to find some nondescript clothing and head back downstairs... Where I found Vilkas fighting off Shay as she tried to clean off his war paint with a wet washcloth.

"Jade," Shay complained, "he's being difficult. Told you we should've got Farkas."

To her credit, Shay was able to hold her ground against the bigger Nord, tiny though she may be (those long years of martial arts really paid off...). But he wasn't about to give up, either. And apparently wasn't above stooping to her level to keep his paint.

"Your witch friend created water in thin air."

And no indoor plumbing. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"It's just a faucet. She's not a witch." I sighed. "And these are for you, whenever you decide to stop fighting a teenage girl who's like a foot shorter than you are."

"Hey!" Shay complained, but Vilkas relented a bit then - not without pouting like a stubborn child, of course - and let her clean off his war paint.

I set the clothes on the counter and debated what to do with the armor. It was too bulky to keep out in the open - people would notice it for sure. I could probably get away with hiding it under the mass of clothing that covered the bottom of my closet (the rest of my family had long since decided that it would be better for their health to stay away from what might very well be a hazardous waste zone).

So I waited until Shay had finished and immediately shoved Vilkas back into the bathroom with the clothes and instructions for him to put them on. My mom would be home soon with my sister and the situation would be odd enough to explain as it was, ignoring all of the issues that would arise if I had to tell her that I not only had an older male friend over, but he was wearing armor out of the thirteenth century.

Oh, boy. This was going to be painful.

I was going to have to be gone by the time they got home if I wanted to avoid it, and that might not be a bad thing. There had to be some way to get Vilkas home, and chances were it wasn't in my backyard.

That would be pretty awesome, though. And I should check before we left, now that I thought about it.

Now I just had to convince Shay to agree to my plan. We could leave and seek out... Well, anyone. Someone had to know something about people falling through inter-dimensional rifts; it wasn't exactly normal.

I made a face at Shay because this was soon to be more trouble than it was worth as I ran back up the stairs and out the door, popping the trunk of my car with the keys in my pocket (okay, so maybe it wasn't technically my car, but seriously it might as well have been), and sticking Vilkas' armor in there. I dropped it in unceremoniously and hit a couple of buttons on my phone in an attempt to find out what I could about video game characters falling out of the sky spontaneously.

Unsurprisingly enough, there was precious little on the topic. What did exist seemed to be some sort of twisted fanfiction about an annoyingly self-centered girl named Jayde and her Skyrim obsession.

I sneezed and kept looking.

Have you started to write this story? fantastic, I love this and I love the idea of Vilkas to learn alchemy and magic! Oh please continue!

I was commenting two stories on Vilkas , and I was wrong to write a comment! Your story is absolutely fantastic! Poor, poor Vilkas! I can only imagine the huge frown on his face! I'm curious to know how hebreak the ice
deal with this new world and if your oc will help him! Look for yourself!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only